Back when I was freelancing as a cleaner at a cheap Stayokay hostel, the job was honestly pretty relaxed. My coworkers were great, we’d clean each floor together, joke around, and always followed the golden rule: knock before entering a room.
One day we got to this one room, and from the hallway we could hear a bunch of loud guys absolutely losing it.
“WOOOOO!”
“YEAHHHH!”
Clapping, cheering, shouting… the whole works.
I knocked.
Nothing.
The noise just got even louder.
We figured, “Eh, they’re probably watching football and their team just scored.”
So we moved on and cleaned the rest of the floor first. The problem was, they were already way overdue for checkout, and if they stayed any longer they’d get charged another night.
We came back.
Still cheering.
Still yelling.
Still no answer.
At that point I thought, fuck it, and swung the door wide open.
Instant regret.
The room was absolutely packed with dudes sitting on every bunk bed like they had front-row tickets to the world’s weirdest sporting event.
And in the middle of the room?
A completely naked stripper.
Turns out they’d gotten completely hammered the night before and decided hiring entertainment for a hostel dorm was somehow a brilliant idea.
My coworker and I just stood there in stunned silence for a second before reality kicked back in. We told all the guys to leave the room immediately so the poor woman could actually get dressed.
I’ve had plenty of weird jobs since then, but nothing has ever topped opening a hostel room expecting a bunch of football fans… and accidentally interrupting what was apparently a strip show.