I survived my first week of training. I mean, how could I not? I was served a free hot breakfast each morning, and was catered to the whole time we were in “class”. If the coffee I liked wasn’t there, they bought more. My candy jar was kept full, my water was kept cold, and I was allowed so many bathroom breaks, I never really had to go.
This manager stuff is da bomb! …I thought.
One day into my hands-on training, and I’m singing a different tune. My feet are throbbing, my back is aching, and I’m tired-er than all get out.
My day started at 7 AM. Well, my workday started at 7. I started at 4:00 AM with a workout. Ha! Coulda totally skipped that.
By 8:00, I found myself in a guest room, scrubbing toilets and floors, stripping beds and remaking them with tight corners and no lines. Dusting, vacuuming, and repeating the whole process… for 8 more hours?! Oh, and make sure everything is done to standards.
Sheesh. By lunch I was ready to call it a day. Instead, I headed to the laundry room to see what they do all day. Correction, what she does all day. She was happy to show me how to fold the sheets, and for the next few hours that’s all I did. Martha Stewart would have raved over my properly folded fitted sheet.
Once the sheets were done, we began folding towels. And folding, and folding, and folding. It seemed never ending! And she does this for 8 hours a day?!
I finished the day with the executive housekeeper, where I could finally sit. Thank God! By the time I got to my room, I was beat. I started up my computer and fell asleep in my chair before it finished loading.
I’ve always known how hard our housekeepers work, but after today, I have a whole new respect. I hung my Do Not Disturb sign on the door, made my bed, took out my own trash, and will reuse my towel in the morning.
And at my hotel, I’m staying on my housekeeping staff’s good side. ‘Cause if they’re not happy, I may be doing all this work again…..