November 4
Here was your Henry lineup for last night:
Henry 1 – moi
Henry 2 – Lee
Henry 3 – X-Ray
Oh, baby, we were hopping again last night, early on at least, because the computer at the front desk went down and they were unable to make keys for guests that were checking in so it was up to the Henry units to let guests into their room and offer welcoming, opening remarks to set the tone for their stay. This started about 2330 and was more or less under control by the time I got off 482 at 0145, but Lee and X-Ray were kept particularly busy.
X-Ray and I got gratuities, too. This is rare. Few people think to tip the friendly security officer who lets them into their room, especially when it’s the yo-yo guest who forgot their key. We do graciously accept them, however. I got a ten-spot for letting one guest into their room and X-Ray got two bottles of wine from another, although X-Ray ended up giving the bottles of wine back because we are only allowed to receive cash or gaming chips as gratuities.
482 got rave reviews tonight. The 0100 482 crew was treated to prime rib and fried shrimp sandwiches, which completely ruled. Not only that, but some banquet had some leftovers and there were some big league desserts out, and I splurged on a hunk of cheesecake the size of Delaware, which was a great way to celebrate my 40th birthday.
Here is your Henry lineup for tonight:
Henry 1 – OMP
Henry 2 – moi
Henry 3 – Jose
Henry 4 – X-Ray
We’ve really had some consistency in the hotel the past few weeks. I know you appreciate that as much as I do.
November 7
Here was your Henry lineup for Saturday night:
Henry 1 – OMP
Henry 2 – moi
Henry 3 – D-Dawg
A couple of guys called off, so the Henry units, as usual, get the broom handle. Actually, it was Redneck Randy and Butch who called off, which is more or less the same as two guys calling off and X-Ray was moved to the casino.
It was really slow, especially for a Saturday, although D-Dawg and I almost ended up with our first arrest. We were sent to a floor to investigate a report of a guy harassing female guests in front of their room.
We get there and there’s this short, thin guy who appears to be stoned trying to get into a room. He admits he’s not a guest of the hotel and mutters something about some girls taking some of his money and refusing to give him the agreed-upon weed in return.
There was no reason not to believe him, but, honestly, unless they are dealing right in front of us, this really isn’t our concern. Our concern is that someone who is not a guest of the hotel is bothering some people who are. As we are talking to the guy, four girls – all sides of beef waiting to be marinated and served with your choice of potato – waltz out of the room, and even though all four could play line for UNLV, they are dressed like they weigh a buck-ten, which almost made D-Dawg ralph.
Their departure sets the guy off again and the girls insist on walking to the elevator instead of following our instructions to get back in their room. He starts trying to get to them but I’m standing in his way and I’m not easy to get around cause I’m 5-10, 240 and most of it’s muscle. But he’s persistent and he bumps. I’m pretty strong, though and he remains a pain until the women are in the elevator and a couple of officers looking for trouble could easily have baited him into an arrest but D-Dawg and I are too easy-going for that, and, besides, an arrest would’ve taken up way too much time and required a report, besides.
D-Dawg and some others may be leaving soon. The South Coast casino opens after the first of the year and they’re hiring and paying $4 an hour more than D-Dawg and I make.