Sure, it looked like a glamorous position when you attended your friend's wedding last month. Watching the banquet manager, or maitre d’, escorting the bride & groom into the room, then directing his waiters in serving the food, then later even taking center stage during the cake cutting ceremony, seemed like a cool job. You even thought, hey, I would like to do that. Now it's time to tell you the truth!
It's 10:35pm last night and the biggest fear of a banquet manager happened. The damm fire alarm goes off. Now I do as I'm taught...run like a maniac from meeting room to meeting room and escort all the guests outta the building.
Well, of course I don't run but calmly go and check each room, we had 3 parties last night, and start to have the guests at least be prepared to leave while we find out what happened.
It turned out after the fact that there was a water leak from the floor above that landed on some wires. That in turn set off the fire alarm. Hopefully Engineering is having the right people check this out in the morning.
But before we could find out what happened, I safely escorted everyone out of 2 of our rooms to the main lobby. Thankfully they were small events with some bright people that understood what we were trying to go by asking them to leave.
Then as I enter the last room, I still see the DJ spinning his discs and some people dancing. WTF! Doesn't anybody hear the alarm? Are you all friggin' deaf? The man in charge of this anniversary bash, the 30th anniversary boy himself says "My kids paid a lot of money for this party and I'm not leaving". What a jerk.
"Sir, I'm sorry but for your safety, and that of your guests, I must ask that everyone leaves the room until we determine what has happened" I said. "Don't you hear me", came out of his piss-ass mouth next, "I'm not leaving". At this point I couldn't care less what happened to this bastard. If he was so uncaring about his friends and family that he wants them to stay inside a room with the fire alarm singing its song for almost 10 minutes now, so be it.
I knew the fire trucks would be here any minute. I'm just make sure that I bring the men down to this room first and they will kick his ass out.
Right on cue, my buddy Andy walks in the door as I meet him and his crew at the front door. Now remember, at this time we didn't know that it was only a problem from water on some wires that caused the alarm to go off. But we had already searched the property and saw no fire or smelled any smoke.
Andy's men checked the fire panel as Andy and I walked over to the anniversary boy. At this point I walked away and left Andy to drag the schmuck out of the room by his suit jacket. Jerk-face got a ripping like I've never seen Andy do.
I guess when you are threatened with being put in jail, you realize your party is really not that important.
Now the fun part starts by me inviting around 100 people back into their rooms after their 35 minute wait outside. By the way, it was 29 degrees last night.
They're gonna be pissed...
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