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Greetings fellow soldiers on the front lines of hospitality!I work in a backpackers hostel which means that I, thankfully, do not have to deal with the entitled gemstone wielding species of guest, but it does mean that I occasionally have to deal with the crackpipe and lunacy wielding sub-species of alleged humans. The crackhead in this tale called in to book under the name Crystal (no joke).generic English surname.
When guests call in to book we always make it very clear that they need to bring a form of identification with them as the laws of our country state that we need to make a copy of said ID at check-in. Miss Crystal duly arrives at the front desk without any form of ID and a truly impressive array of 'crack teeth'.
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Red flag number one. You know how junkies always give you their unsolicited life story before you can even get past a greeting? Well, that happened and we learned that she had all her documents stolen when her handbag was lifted from her in a restaurant (this is actually somewhat believable in our crime-ridden city) and that she hadn't applied for new ones due to the fact she was returning to her hometown of (insert city name here) in 2 weeks.
My incredibly (un)helpful manager tells her that she can still check in as long as she goes to the police station and gets an affidavit with her ID number and the details of the theft. She cheerfully agrees and her equally sketchy looking friend loads her in her car and they drive off. I made a point of informing my manager that Miss Crystal is a crackhead and she will without a doubt become a problem. This Cassandra-like prediction will absolutely come to fruition.Miss Crystal and friend reappear at the front desk some one and a half hours later brandishing a fresh affidavit which, to my complete and utter lack of surprise, has her name as Crystal.insert obscure German surname her. Red flag number two. I make a copy of the document and get her to fill in the registration form. Her friend pays for her.
Another red flag (we often have people come in and pay for their 'friend' and leave us to mop up the mess. This includes junkies, crazy people and hobos). They do actually appear to be friends though and they proceed to sit at our small outdoor bar and request a couple of bottles of wine to drink while they enjoy a beautifully balmy African sunset. Another friend in the generic hipster, flannel-wearing, scooter-riding mould appears to join them.About an hour and a half later I hear some very heated and uncouth language emanating from the bar area (the bar is only a few metres from my desk).
I go outside and inquire what in the hell is going on. I'm greeted with a barrage of screeching from the trio which I can only liken to an agitated colony of rabid Samango monkeys. At this point I look to my right and see another guest of ours in the staff dorm busy haranguing a fellow off-duty staff member about something or other. I head over to kick her out of our dorm (it's not a strictly private space given that it's shared accommodation, but it's OUR private space. And that staff member isn't working leave him TF alone he's just trying to play The Witcher FFS). She screeches and bolts off. At this point I realised that the situation wasn't going to resolve itself.
Fuck.This devolved into the Crack Club and the aforementioned guest (who I have very good reason to believe is also a junkie but at least she's quiet and paid up) have a poo slinging match at the bar. I break it up and follow the guest out to the front door when she storms off. I do my best to gather information from her about the altercation and after several round of 'stop yelling and tell me what actually happened so I can deal with it' I manage to ascertain that Miss Crystal was threatening her. I go to the bar, kick the entire Crack Club out, but not before taking the cost of their wine our of the negligible amount that our sparkly problem paid for her dorm bed and issuing change. Problem solved.Or not. Act 2:Not half an hour later a girl comes in, flanked by two somewhat iffy-looking gentlemen. She has a passport from a neighbouring country but they're paying for her.
Would you look at that, another red flag. At this point I could make a quilt. Check-in procedure done all by the book and I'm pleased that I managed to re-sell the bed in the dorm so yay!
It was not yay.About one and a half hours later a gentleman that I didn't recognise and who way obviously shitfaced (literally had a glass of booze in his hand and was swaying considerably) shows up at the gate and wants to check in. I asked if he had IS and he said no 'but I live around the corner my address is.' I responded that I cannot check anyone in without ID and at that point he started demanding to see the new arrival. As a rule we don't let unknown randoms into the property, which is only sensible, so I found the guest and informed her that there was someone there to see her. She didn't want to speak to him so it fell on me to inform the drunken lout that he was not welcome.
Said drunken lout proceeded to recline in our driveway and shout incomprehensible drunk BS at myself, his friend who was with him and the world in general while repeatedly ringing my doorbell.My manager and I both attempted to extract him from him apparently comfy spot in our driveway given that we were expecting a guest to be dropped off via taxi in the next few minutes. We even pointed out a handy spot of pavement not three metres away where he could lounge and rant to his heart's content. He ranted about 'that's my second wife!' And 'do you know who I am?!' And 'fuck you white people 400 years of slavery and I'll come back here and show you something something drunk crap' (please note, I'm from South Africa and slavery was never a thing here, at least in the literal sense.
Also, South Africa as a country is less that 400 years old). Eventually the girl comes out of her dorm and says she'll go and talk to him. I made it clear to her that we would take no responsibility if she left and that she would not be allowed back on the property if she chose to go out, but also that she was safe with us and we would look after he if she wanted to stay the night. She declined and left.So, I suppose, if you got this far, where the Celebrity component of the tale comes in. Well, as you can imagine, the ruckus in the driveway managed to attract the attention of pretty much all the staff.
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I wondered why the guys were looking a bit wide-eyed at the dust up I was having, but when I was cashing up they informed me that Driveway Guy is a fairly well known kwaito artist. He had a show back in the 90's which was essentially aimed at keeping kids in school and out of drugs and gangsterism. What a brilliant role model.
Crackheads have to afford to get there. There are postives and negatives; both of which are skewed once the media gets it and throws in their biased opinion. They dont bring drugs, drugs are already there. They dont bring crime, thats already there too. I mean i could see someone down on their luck at a casino go and try and rob some one to recoup their loss.
But that affect will wear out shortly due the towns increasing their police because they think a casino will bring forth some crazy crime wave. But that will also lead to cops harassing the people even more, again that will wear out.The only problem i see with a casino locally, is that it would be nice to work there.
But once you work there, you cant play there. Yes, there are guns, dealers and prostitutes already in place. I moved out of Taunton because I was tired of walking out the front door and seeing addicts hanging out in the doorway, drive up meetings waving pistols and the town squares prostitutes approaching me on my way home from work in my open top jeep. With more visitors with money, ther will be an increase of solicitation at night. That is all.The cities adjacent to where you live now have similar issues. Hit up any of the 'tree streets' in Nashua, for example. Yes, there are guns, dealers and prostitutes already in place.
I moved out of Taunton because I was tired of walking out the front door and seeing addicts hanging out in the doorway, drive up meetings waving pistols and the town squares prostitutes approaching me on my way home from work in my open top jeep. With more visitors with money, there will be an increase of solicitation at night. That is all.Never seen a gun or a prostitute or a drug deal going down here in east Taunton but I have only been here 8 years. The economics of health reconsidered pdf reader. It will be interesting to watch the gaming business as all the states jump in. The pie is only so big and it's going to be divided in a lot more slices over the next few years. Whether it's good or bad for Taunton will probably depend on the assumptions they make about the casino - are they going to build a Mohegan Sun type resort or something more like Twin River?
Umass Dartmouth Center for Policy Analysis publishes that might interest you.I probably shouldn't hijack the Taunton casino thread, but what do people think about the? Wirelessly postedScratch tickets are available everywhere. Has anyone here seen a homeless crackhead in Mohegan Sun?It would be hard for a scruffy homeless crackhead to spent more than 2 minutes in a casino without being tossed out.The last few times that I've been down to Foxwoods/Moheghan, I've been hit up by people for money, while I'm playing.
It's usually 'I'm out of gas and have no money to put in my tank' story. The last time I was down there and that got pulled on me, I told the guy he probably should have thought about making financial decisions that would effect his ability to get himself home. He told me to go fuck myself.It's never a homeless crackhead, but at Foxwoods it seems to be getting close to that. Moheghan has a much higher class of beggars.