During the season I saw several people leave. Many of them left of their own accord and a few were sacked. The stoner KP did both. He had had enough of being a KP and washing dishes all the time so got a job with another company and handed his notice in. But then he got fired.
That week we had a very odd man in the hotel. It quickly went round the hotel staff that he was a gangster. I did not believe this for one second, but several people were convinced. I had spent some time listening to him while he was at the bar and he was a stock broker and not a gangster. But he had a lot of money and wanted everyone to know about it. He had handed 50 euro notes out to several members of staff (not to me unfortunately) and he was from London therefore he MUST be a gangster.
I was just on the train coming home from seeing my lovely baby brother in Val D'Isere when I got a phone call. It was slightly garbled and did not make very much sense, all I knew was that the stoner KP had been suspended for leaving work when he was on his night shift and I had to bring my pyjamas to work as I had to sleep over. Too tired to even process this information I closed my eyes and returned to my lovely sleep on the train.
When I got home I was still slightly confused and I packed my overnight bag and went to work to find out what the hell was going on.
It turned out that the night before, the gangster who wasn't really a gangster had got up in the middle of the night and then wandered round the hotel to see if he could find any staff. He found the stoner KP and offered him 500 euros to take him to Dicks. The Kp agreed and called a taxi for the two of them. The whole night went down like some horrific comedy film. When they got to Dicks the gangster ordered several bottles of champagne, rounds of Jagerbombs and cocaine (he didn't order the cocaine from the bar but from some people who happened to be in there).
The gangster had a great night. His favourite thing to do it seemed was hand 50 euro notes out to girls and tell them to 'buy themselves something nice'. Dicks was always 70% men fighting it out for the attentions of the 30% women. 80% of the women in there just wanted to be left alone. It was a great place to people watch. So the gangster was not out of place there, though very few men handed out cash. He wasn't very lucky with any of the girls, who took the money and then pissed off.
Several people who worked with the stoner KP were rather surprised to see him turn up in the nightclub with a guest, especially as he was supposed to be working.
Everyone was having a great night, until the gangster was asked to pay his bill. This bill was astronomical, especially on top of all the money he had handed out to girls, to the KP and to the drug dealers and he only hand enough cash to pay about half of his bill. I have no idea how someone can run up such a astronomical bill, but I guess that's what happens when someone spends the night handing out champagne to everyone he sees. The owner of the club was very pissed off and it was only the head chef of the hotel stepping in that stopped something very bad happening. The gangster was thrown out and the KP took him back to the hotel. The gangster when to bed and a very drunk stoner KP went back to work.
This might have all been hushed up by the staff, if the KP himself hadn't drunkenly bragged about it to the other assistant hotel manager when she turned up to work about an hour after he got in.
She did not find this funny.
She began the disciplinary procedures that led to him being fired.
No one could blame him for going, he was leaving the job anyway and got 500 euros and all his drinks paid for an evening.
The gangster was not at breakfast the next morning, he did not make his skiing lesson. He looked rather ill at lunch time and still looked ill that evening.
And his wife was mad. She turned to him and asked just how much money he had spend the night before. It was about 3000 euros. She demanded that he gave her the same amount to go shopping with. He handed over the cash then and there. Later than night he came down asking for a dustpan and brush because they had smashed a glass. I am convinced it was because his wife had thrown it at his head.
I had to spend the night sleeping on a camp bed in the nursery. The nursery was rather cold and if you moved when you were sleeping the camp bed would collapse.
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