3. The 5th Floor Druggie

"Good afternoon, thank you for calling the Y Hotel South Harbour/Airport, this is Julia speaking, how may I help you?"

"Umm, this is from room 512, umm my card has authorization of like ... $200 dollars on it, and it's still there, umm so it hasn't dropped off yet..."

Ok, first of all WHAT? Of course I immeditely recognized the worn out and sullen voice of the drugged up junkie from room 512 of whom I've been notified the day yesterday.

The deal with this guy is that he's apparently been ripping off a few hotels in the area by the promise of future pay, but eventual utter nonpayment. Or so I've been told.

"Ok sir."

"But um, if I come down umm, you guys can take a look at that right?"

"Of course. Not a problem."

"Oh ok. Yea, so I'll be down there soon...um...ok bye."

"...-hangs up-..."

Yea right. I'll jump up right now and make sure to take that authorization off right away. I mean, why would I? That's the money he owes us. Don't get me wrong, this is not something I usually deal with. I mean, my boss told me yesterday that room 512 is doing something illegal in there which he does not care to expand on, unless it affects other guests. If it's not for certain there's really no other way to deal with this unless he causes serious damage.

So far, room 512 owes us a 100 dollar deposit and payment for the next day, since his key is activated only for day he pays. Not to mention his room is yet to be cleaned and that could be a disaster on a whole another level. I mean the guy's practically dealing drugs out of there, who knows what kind of hippie drum circles and weed plantings he could be hiding in dark corners.

Anyway, for now all I can do is wait and see weather to kick him out or weather he comes up for additional payment from his drug dealings. What a life.