By Diane Ako
As I was saying in the previous posting, I've been doing a comprehensive job shadow at work that included me spending time as a housekeeper. It is hard, hard, hard work. It is the hardest job in the hotel. (Please tip your maid next time. In cash.)
I thought I would be equipped for this since I live with two men - one, a bachelor who lives up to the messy stereotype- and a small child, which pretty much positions me as the cleaning-est person in the household. It's not a role I like.
Housekeepers have a set number of rooms to clean, depending on what hotel they work at. They have thin margins of time, so they whip through each room with German precision. They are pretty amazing. If you want a workout, do that for a little while.
I came home a few days in a row with my maid's uniform. Often, I come home and start cleaning something else.
I was at my kitchen sink when my mom walked in and started laughing at me. "You always say you feel like the maid in your house," she chuckled. "Did you make the full transition?"
"Very funny, Mom," I said, without stopping what I was doing.
"Sorry. That was bad," she apologized. "Oh, and I won't need a turn down tonight. Thanks though."
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