Work

I'm sitting at my computer, feeling *very* un-writey, so what do I do but go start a blog post. I'm going to tell you about my job...this will be like therapy...a sarcastic commentary on what it's like to be a housekeeper at the Comfort Inn.

Wednesday morning, I got a call from Sally at the Comfort Inn. She wanted to know if I could come in for an interview. So I drove down (with my mom...yes, I'm a wimp like that) and talked with Sally. The upshot of that was I was supposed to come in to work Thursday morning at 9:30 and Janice was going to train me. Whoever Janice was.

So I drove to work the next morning, slightly apprehensive. Janice is roughly five feet tall and I worked with her Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Teresa is also a housekeeper and Carolyn does the laundry, and there are some random desk people. Sonny and Sally are the managers, and I have yet to see the actual boss. Anyhow, I walked in and learned how to punch in. Then Janice and I headed off down a hallway to a random room and commenced cleaning. I basically watched her for the first room, but by the second and third, I was able to help. We did maybe 6 or 8 rooms that day, and I got done shortly after 2, I think.

Basically, you make the beds, by which I mean, you change the sheets. Not the blankets, though...I think I was sorta disgusted by that part. And you pick up any garbage, like pop cans, and dust and vacuum, and you clean the bathroom. Cleaning the bathroom is where you use the chemically cleaning supplies that chap and hurt your hands (and the pink stuff smells bad so that you sneeze or cough if you breathe too much of it). I think I want gloves. In other words, just call me Cinderella. Except that Cinderella had multitudes of adorable singing mice and birds who banded together to help her. The Comfort Inn version of adorable and helpful singing mice and birds is a spray bottle filled with a lethal cleaning substance. :P at them.

There are signs all over the place that say basically, "Yay!! You're here and we're so happy that you're our guest!!" I think someone in India wrote them: "Ah...you wish me to write words of welcome on signs for your Inn of Comfort? Yes...yes...I shall do that..." And so the signs are there. Also, in each of the rooms, we put an envelope with the housekeeper's name so the honored guests can cough up a cash tip for the poor people who worked exceedingly hard cleaning up after them. However, it's moreso, for the guests know who was responsible for the cleaning, so that after they complain, the managers can be sure that they shoot the right one.

Sadly, it looks like I'll have to work every other Sunday. I worked yesterday, and I was fairly independent (as in, semi-out-of-training). And I did 9 rooms all by myself. I still don't have a uniform, but I should be getting one soon. Then I will look like an alien. Can't wait. I mean, why did they have to pick THAT shade of blue? What about navy blue? Why this weird light blue alien style color? And I can't even wear jeans, and the managers can and so I kinda go "grr" when they stroll casually by in their jeans while I have to wear my brown pants cause they're like the only pants I have that aren't dressy, white, or jean.

Anyway, I'm sure I will have exciting updates in the future. But now I am going to bed. Yeah, this whole working thing means I have to get up at early hours like 7:30. Yeah, like in the morning.