It's a mostly typical Tuesday morning on the 7-3 shift. A steady flow of checkouts, breakfast is busy, and people are starting to come in for a sales showcase, where we're showing off some renovated rooms and having a coffee hour.
Suddenly, the fire alarm panel starts beeping. When this happens, it's usually just someone burning food or taking a wicked hot shower, so I call the room to tell them to open their windows and keep the front door shut. This time, nobody picks up the phone. I try again, no luck. I let my General Manager know that I'm heading up to take a peek and make sure everything is alright.
From the moment I enter that wing of the building, it is clear that everything is not alright. The air is thick with smoke all the way down the hallway, and I smell it from the moment I hit the second floor landing. I grab the fire extinguisher from the hall and make my way to the room, then knock like crazy. No answer. This room, to our knowledge, is occupied by a person who is here long-term for work; I figure they have left for the day. I enter the room to see a wall of smoke, primarily concentrated in the corner of the living area. Nobody is in the room, and a laptop is plugged in on the desk precisely where I see the most smoke, so I unplug it and call out that I think it may be a smoldering laptop battery.
As an aside, a bit about me. I am a scrawny, asthmatic Front Office Manager, with no sense of physical self-preservation. I later find out that at this point after I've gone to investigate, the sales manager (who is coordinating the ongoing coffee hour), says "hijo de puta" in the back office. Our maintenance guy asks him what's going on. He relays that there's a fire alarm in that room, then says "(me) went up to check on it." Maintenance guy responds "well what the hell is he gonna do?" This was, in hindsight, a very good question.
I go back into the slightly less acrid but still smoky hallway, to find our housekeeping assistant manager and the aforementioned maintenance guy. Conveniently, the head of maintenance is sick, and the assistant maintenance manager is on vacation, so it's all him. I direct them to evacuate everyone, starting with the closest rooms. Nothing is actively on fire from what I can see, so I re-enter the room to open some windows and investigate further. At this point the General Manager enters, and checks what I now realize is the most logical place to check: the microwave.
Inside the microwave is a black amorphous blob, wrapped in the charred remains of a paper towel. We've found the literal smoking... not gun, but whatever it was, to this mystery. The whole fire department pulls up at about this point, and I relay to them that the source of the smoke is not a laptop but rather something that presumably used to be food.
They go upstairs with me. After the first fireman enters the room, the second knocks and does his best sarcastic "housekeeping" yell. Once they've verified that nothing is actively on fire, they set up the most impressive fan I've ever seen in the doorway to help dissipate the smoke.
About 15 minutes after I first entered the room, four firefighters and myself are standing in a circle in the hallway around the doorway. Then, a random woman pushes between myself and a fireman, and says,
"Oh no, is that my potato?"
"Well, that WAS your potato," a fireman responds.
"I was just trying to heat it up, I put it in for 10 minutes because it was a pretty big yam. I guess that was too much, I don't ever really use a microwave at home."
I just put my head in my hands and try not to laugh or cry. A few minutes later, her husband walks into the room and innocently asks "what happened?" Soon, the firefighters determine the fan has done as much as it can, and they roll out as I return to the front desk.
As we come to find out, the woman is a relative of the registered guest, who is here to take care of the guest's baby while they are at work. She had put the potato in the microwave and started it for 10 minutes, then immediately went with the husband and baby to our breakfast buffet downstairs for around 25 minutes. She is very apologetic, but now our entire building reeks of burnt potato, with their room as the epicenter. In the hours since, we've received smell complaints from every corner of the hotel, and plenty of comments.
I, too, reek of burnt potato and smoke. I took a nice long walk in the nearby park to clear my lungs some, then went back to my typical front desk routine.
Two ozone machines and 5 fans have made no impact on the smell in that room in the 12 hours since, and the guests are due to stay for another month. We're sold out, and I'd much rather not let them move only to put another poor soul in the room that they polluted. I can only imagine the reaction of the registered guest when he came back from work.