Yeah, people are gross. Everyone knows hotel rooms are used in the most bizarre of ways. Some of these are too gross to be funny, some too funny to be gross and a couple are actually just sad.
Call In The Hazmat Unit
Ex hotel housekeeper here who is ready to tell the story of why I quit. It was a regular day with a slightly smaller than average schedule of rooms for the day so I was in a good mood. I had 12 rooms that day. Normally I’d have 14 – 16. So I get to my last room, excited to be close to finishing for the day and I open the door only to be greeted by a grotesque display of everything that is considered repulsive and dangerous to touch. There were… lets see if I remember this right… Used condoms filled with semen on the bed accompanied by stains which may or may not have been semen. There was blood all throughout the room. Too much blood for there to have not been a murder. Like… Jigsaw played a game in the room. There were used needles, crack pipes, other random drug things… empty pill bottles, broken and unbroken liquor bottles, cigarette butts along with ashes and burn marks, plus tons of trash… Then the bathroom. There was piss everywhere. More blood. Vomit in the tub, in and around the toilet and… here’s the good part… ceiling. There was vomit on the ceiling. I noped out of the room and called the front desk and asked them to call the police. The cops came to investigate the blood and drug use in the room and probably the people who had rented it and checked out. I left for the day. So the next day rolls around and I look at my sheet and see that same room. Confused, I go up to the third floor and I see the room in the same condition minus the drug stuff. Condoms, vomit, blood, bottles, cigarettes, trash, all still there. I call the manager and tell them I’m not doing it. Its a job for a biohazard team. They tell me, “Just get what you can. Wipe everything you can off the surfaces. We’ll have a fabric cleaner come in for the rest.” Nope. I quit. I dealt with small amounts of bodily fluids on a daily basis and I was fine with it, but that was WAY too much to ask of a 17 year old kid on minimum wage Source
Creepy Children
My brother is a janitor for Holiday Inn and was once called to fix something in a guest’s room while they were out. He opened the door and found what appeared to be three newborn children in the bed. Turns out the old couple liked Reborn dolls so much they took them on holiday and had added “breathing” mechanisms to them so the chests would rise and fall like a real baby… Source
Party Time!
Naked man in bath. I was 16, knocked and called loudly before I walked in. He sat there with a big creepy grin on his face and visible erection. Gross Source
This Is Horrible
I work at a hotel but not a maid myself. Though one day a maid found a woman who committed suicide. She checked in so her family would not be forced to find the body. It was the middle of the day and the hotel was mostly clear of people. Nobody heard the gun shot and we have concrete floors that stopped the bullet from traveling out of the room. The way it was described to me was it was relatively clean. She laid in bed and put a pillow on her head and shot through it towards the ground. It wasn’t until the cops came that blood got everywhere. The maid soon quit afterwards Source
Now These Guys Know How To Party!
I cleaned villas for a few months in my late teens. They were pretty pricey, starting at $350 with most being around $600. People were generally pretty good but maybe 1 in 5 left it pretty bad. But the most memorable stay was the Asian busload. They turned up in a mini bus…maybe a dozen? Men and women, all in suits and looking very sensible. Us cleaners are happy, business folk usually didn’t leave much mess or cause trouble and they had booked 3 of the 10 buildings. We rocked up the next morning, after they had left, to absolute chaos. The first two buildings had 2 wheelie bins of trash. Takeaway boxes (for a place not in town), personal hygiene products packaging, wine boxes, empty shopping bags, junk food rappers etc. I was on bathrooms,and I nearly cried walking in…hair in the drains, scum 6ft up the walls, mud everywhere, spilt shampoo, soap trodden into the drain. It took much longer than it should have. Finally we finished up those two and were ready to start on the third. It was much bigger, having a large entertainment area. The first thing we noticed was the smell. Perfume, alcohol and really really strong cigars. We left the door open, and took a smoke. The head cleaner went in first after our break and you could hear her swear…”oh s—, look what they’ve done. Jesus, what the hell?!” First, leading from the door was big drops of red wax on the wooden floor. Then lots of (beer?) bottles. Some were broken. Then more rubbish and a lot more wax. It was on the suede lounges, the kitchen benches, the bathroom basin. There were broken wine glasses in one spot, some with lipstick on them and one with blood. Blood drops from there to the sink. More bottles…dozens and dozens of drinks worth. Little piles of ash on the counters. Burn marks on the floor and lounges. It took us all day, even with extra staff, the clean. Then we had to close the larger building for several days while the smell cleared and we got replacements. The group was contacted about the damage and told they would be charged for all the damage. They didn’t care. Apparently asked how much and just said ok Source
Mystery Fridge Is Always Scary
I was a housekeeper on an island resort, and we had contractors living there during the week building a new high-rise. They would go home for the weekend and we had to clean their s—. They were getting free accommodation, and didn’t give a s—. They were always f’ed. Week old plates of food, spilt bong water etc. But the most confusing moment was in the bottom of a fridge. There was a layer of sand a couple of cm thick, and rock hard. So I proceed to chip away at the sand biscuit and as I do so, i start to see small curly hairs appearing. Loads of them. To this day I still don’t know how so many pubes got into the sand, in the bottom of a mini fridge, and what acted as the binding agent.
Not sure I want to know, really… Source
Who Knows Where These Things Have Been!
I had a summer job cleaning hotel rooms. One day a coworker told me she walked into her first room that day and the first thing she saw, neatly arranged on the desk, were 3 dildos, a note saying “please wash :)” and a 20 crown note (about $2). She didn’t Source
That’s No Popsicle!
My grandma used to clean hotel rooms and I used to go with her because its a laid back job and nobody else could watch me. My grandma was cleaning and I was sitting on the counter playing my DS. I wanted to get a drink so checked to see if there was ice in the freezer. There was no ice, but there was a popsicle box! I got so excited. I ran into the bathroom and asked my grandmother if I could have a popsicle. Assuming they were in plastic wrap, she said yes. I ran back to the freezer and reached into the cardboard box and pulled out a long, purple dildo covered in s—. Human feces. I was 7 Source
Sounds Uncomfortable
I used to work part time as one (i’m a man, so not exactly a maid). Once, i found a sticky, yellow dildo with a smell that will suffocate your soul and scar you for life. It was shaped like a deformed neptune’s trident, with two honkin big poles and a smaller pole, not even half the size of the first two. (i hope they are called poles since i’m not a dildongineer) i have heard of rabbit vibrators, since my gf has one, but not a three-headed one. It was stuck under the mattress, leaving the middle of it a little sickly green. So yeah, f— you, neptune’s wife Source
What Happens In Amsterdam, Stays In Amsterdam!
I worked as a cleaner in a hostel in Amsterdam. I have had to clean some nasty things and some amusing. Some of the more memorable are;
Used condoms
Bloody tampons/pads
Various sex toys
Box of nail clippings
Many bags of drugs
Sticky rubber duck
Book of Mormon
Satanic bible
So much poop
Blood
Vomit
I have been assaulted many times in work, while I closed one bathroom to clean it I had a man push me to the wall, walk in and start pissing on the floor in front of me. Also the wankers. So many men would lie in their beds masturbating while I cleaned the room around them.
Also one time I found a bunch of newspaper clippings on a murder that had happened in Belgium. Later on there was a news segment that this murderer was thought to be in Amsterdam and a photo of the man was put up. It was the same man who had stayed at my work. We phoned the police but he had checked out by then Source
RUN
My first job as a teenager I was a hotel maid. I’ve seen a lot of weird s—, but one situation that stood out was this creepy old man who would hit on me and my friend. Every time we would clean his room, the top drawer of his dresser would be open with what seemed to be a strategically placed unused condom that legit was like from the 1970s. I guess he never got to use it Source
Stalker Alert!
Not a hotel maid story, but my brother used to do cleaning/maintenance work for the dorm buildings at his university. A water pipe burst in one of the dorm buildings over winter break, so he had to go into a bunch of people’s rooms to box up their stuff and check for water damage. One of the rooms he had to enter was absolutely wallpapered with photos of a female student. There were hundreds of weird candid shots taken of her around campus, sitting in class, eating in the dining hall, etc, printed out on printer paper and stuck up all over the walls. A university staff member had unlocked the door for him, and when they realized what they were looking at, she told him to leave and re-locked the room.
My brother never found out what was going on, but he was called back to do final cleaning of that same room – now totally empty – a couple of weeks later. Whoever was living there had left the dorm or been kicked out Source
One Day Too Long
I worked as a house keeper in a small motel for maybe 2 months. One day we had to clean a room covered completely in paper towels. Everything was covered. The bed, the chairs, the floor. Not horrific, but weird. This next one is why I hated my job, and was happy to have gotten fired. We had to clean a room covered in s—. Human poo. On the bed, on the towels. Every where but the toilet. The towels were twisted, and covered like they had been shoved up someone’s rectum. And to top it all off, when I asked about being able to use gloves, I was told no. Just grab the s— covered stuff by the edges where they were s— free. Gah I hated that place Source
Looking For Freedom
I worked on the front desk of a hotel for 7 years. Housekeeping is very hard work physically and timing is everything. If a room was a checkout, they had 22 minutes to ensure it was back to perfect. Plus their pay conditions are really poor. Anyway various items over the years were found including drugs. The biggest find was a gun. This is in Australia where we don’t really do the whole gun thing. It was found under the bed, it was impossible to trace it back to a guest as beds were only vacuumed under every 6 months. Obviously the police were called in. Another unique find, was an untouched room. Basically Chinese tour groups would stay with us and occasionally some would run away. They would leave the hotel in the early hours of the morning through the front door (viewed on CCTV). They planned to seek a better life in Australia. They would only take with them the luggage they had. Should their attempt fail, they can return to any airport and get on a flight back to China, but they will never be allowed to leave China ever again Source
Sometimes, It’s Tragic
I got a job at a local hotel cleaning the rooms the summer before university. One morning I got in early so it was just me and the front desk staff. I started setting up my trolly then thought it would be a good idea to go look at the rooms that had been checked out first so I didn’t get any nasty surprises. As I was walking down a corridor a man in just his boxers stumbled out of his room in an absolute state. He was crying and could hardly breath. He was in such a panic it was scary. He ran at me sobbing “he’s dead!, he’s dead!”. The rest is a bit of a blur but I decided to just run and get the front desk staff/call 999/not go in the room. The noise alerted some other guests who did go in the room. They also made calls to 999. I did a lot of running about getting information from a man who had gone in the room and a woman who was comforting the crying man. The ambulance and the police were there in minutes and I spoke to the police for quite a while. It turned out the men in the room were young and had been to a local festival. One of them was a wheelchair user so they stayed at an accessible hotel (mine). I think they both took some drugs (don’t know what) or a huge amount of alcohol the night before and the man in the wheelchair choked on his vomit in the night. His friend slept through it. They were both young, early twenties. It was unbelievably sad but it wasn’t written about in the newspapers so I don’t know about the details Source