July 20, 2008

• Weekends in a full house are hell.

  Once upon a time (Friday night), I went to work. I had already completed eight hours of work at the hotel when I stumbled into the hotel to work another six hours. I walk in and my boss is standing there doing some work (she was covering for me for a couple of hours). She tells me everything I need to know and leaves. I start the laundry in the back, do a few check-ins, and decide to make sure my till is correct. It's great, so I continue with check-ins and do more laundry. I start to get really behind on the laundry because of the immense amount of calls and complaints I am getting about the rooms. I am trying my best to geteverything done, but it's harder than it looks. The next guy who relieves me shows up and is amazed at the amount of laundry I left him. I didn't mean to: it was just unavoidable. Before I leave, I count my till again... $130 short. I counted and recounted. I searched all over the place for that money, but it was definitely gone. My conlcusion is that I handed back too much money to someone after punching in the wrong amount of money they gave me into the computer. Completely my fault.

  Once upon a time (Saturday night), I went work at 3pm. Again, my boss is working the desk and says she's trying to find out where the money went. She told me to go in the back and work on laundry so we can get caught back up. She said that she'd take care of the front desk so I could just do guest requests and laundry. I get caught back up and have a great amount of laundry done. Unfortunately, after my boss leaves, I notice that the last load of laundry I washed didn't drain the water during the wash cycle. I start it again but the next time it doesn't look drained at all. I call my boss and tell her about it. She says to try washing it again. I do. This time, I open it afterwards because it appears that the problem is fixed...

  WRONG!!!

  The water completely drained from the washer all over me and the laundry room floor. I shut it immediately so that all of the water wouldn't dump out. I hastily mop up as much as I can and set rags on the floor to catch some of the water from leaving the pool underneath the washer. I breathe really hard and call my boss again, asking if I should call the maintenane guy. To make this long story short, we couldn't get a hold of him and still had ALL of the sheets to wash. SAD DAY! So, we had to leave that laundry for the night auditor to do over at the other hotel. Wow... That's ridiculous. I have to go to work again at 3pm and will probably have to deal with all of the backlog of laundry again. I'm sad but well-rested and able.

  Pray for me.

  P.S. I saw "P.S. I Love You" for the first time last night at a sleepover-type thing. Everyone fell asleep, but I was glued to the television screen. This movie speaks everything I have ever felt about my first true love. That's powerful. I recommend it if you haven't seen it. Keep your tissues close.

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