If you think you leave a mess in a hotel, you're probably far from the worst. Actual maids share the weird, the disgusting and the outright
“Why I Quit.”
“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 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 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, 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. I noped out of the room and called the front desk and asked them to call the police. 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)
Reborn Dolls.
“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)
Scarred For Life.
“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)
That’s Traumatizing.
“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)
Mini Bus Party.
“I cleaned villas for a few months in my late teens. The most memorable stay was the Asian busload. They turned up in a mini bus, men and women, all in suits. Us cleaners are happy, business folk usually didn’t leave much mess or cause trouble and they had booked 3 buildings. The next morning, after they had left, was absolute chaos. The first two buildings had 2 wheelie bins of trash. 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. 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 strong cigars. The head cleaner went in first and you could hear her swear, ‘oh s–t, 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, to clean. Then we had to close the larger building for several days while the smell cleared and we got replacements. The group was contacted and told they would be charged for all the damage. They didn’t care. Apparently asked how much and just said ok.” (Source)
Free Accommodation.
“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–t. They were getting free accommodation, and didn’t give a s–t. They were always f–ked. 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)
Don’t Wash.
“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)
Neptune’s Trident.
“I used to work part time as one. 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, but not a three-headed one. It was stuck under the mattress, leaving the middle of it a little sickly green. So yeah, f–k you, neptune’s wife.” (Source)
Popsicle Box.
“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–t. Human feces. I was 7.” (Source)
What A List.
“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, cum. 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.” (Source)
Strategically Placed.
“My first job as a teenager I was a hotel maid. I’ve seen a lot of weird s–t, 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)
Dear Hotel Maids.
“Dear hotel maids, I apologize for the time my husband drank 2 bottles of Sutter Home and half a dozen chocolate brownies and then spent the night crying and puking in the bathtub, the toilet, the sink, everywhere. I tried my best to clean up what I could but I’m sure the stink alone ruined your day. I did leave a extra tip. I am so, so sorry. He has promised never to do it again.” (Source)
Creeper.
“My brother used to do cleaning/maintenance work for the dorm buildings at his university. A water pipe burst in one of the buildings over winter break, so he had to go into 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. He 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.” (Source)
No Gloves.
“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–t. 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–t covered stuff by the edges where they were s–t free. Gah I hated that place.” (Source)
Not A Crime Scene.
“5 years in hotel security. Some females have very heavy flows and don’t, uhhh, prepare themselves before bed. Several times housekeepers thought it was a crime scene and called us. Also lots of unsecured and loaded firearms. I would just unload them and lock them in the guest’s safe then change the code so they could have a short lecture before getting it back.” (Source)
Chinese Tour Groups
“I worked the front desk of a hotel. 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 but he 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. 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. 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)
A Mountain Of Diapers
“My mom was a hotel maid and I worked with her during the summers. I remember one day she was done early so she came to help me finish up so we could go home. It’s always the last freaking room that takes the cake. We walked in and were automatically hit with the stench of s–t and vomit. The people staying there were a family of 4, in a suite, and were put up because their apartment had flooded. Apparently they had refused cleaning for the last week and now we knew why. The bathtub was filled with garbage, one of the walls was smeared with s–t. Their 2 year old kid had apparently smeared his own feces unto the wall and they just left it like that and it had dried up. There was a corner with a mountain of diapers. The older kid had gotten sick and had thrown up everywhere, and I mean everywhere . My mom and I refused to clean the room, we asked the manager to come and see. It was so disgusting the family got kicked out of the hotel and we had to call a cleaning company to get the dry feces out of the wall. Child protective services also came and asked us questions. Just a complete s–t show.” (Source)