The fun never end in El Paso

So, after I blogged last night I had more adventures. I was just chillin' (not to be confused with chilling) with Jamie in the lobby and our company manager staggered in the door of the hotel. He could barely stand and was struggling to talk. He was obviously very drunk, but what I noticed right away was a huge welt on the side of his head. Apparently he had just been beaten up as he was leaving a gay bar down the street. I turned into Nurse Barton at that moment and had him sit down while I got help from the front desk. One of the guys was an EMT and helped with an ice pack while Jamie and I took him up to his room. EMT guy, Will, checked him out and said he may have a concussion. He instructed us not to let him sleep, shower, or drink any more except water. So I spent the night caring for the person who is supposed to be in charge of taking care of us. I couldn't really tell if he was out of it because of the alcohol or being bludgeoned. Does anyone see a problem here? At around 2:00 I finally called Thom and had him come down because Will was telling us we should take him to the hospital. I shouldn't have to make a decision like that. It was so frustrating, but I was so worried. There were a lot more details I won't get into. Anyway, he's fine today other than a spitting headache and a bump. But the more I think about last night the more frustrated I get. What if something had happened to one of us and Joe was too drunk to take care of it? I HATE ALCOHOL I'm through with El Paso.