The front desk clerk, a young man, was talking about smoking mju*@a and where we could smoke it when he checked me in. When I came back down to get dinner 30 minutes later, his eyes were extremely red and glassy, and he couldn't formulate words clearly. .And when I returned 2 hours later, the cops had arrested him, he was in the car screaming "let me out!" and trying to knock out the window. They called in a temp desk clerk. AND, he put me next to a few construction workers' rooms, and each time I walked down the hall or got out of the elevator, they came out of their rooms and just stared at me. I felt unsafe and very poorly managed.