Here’s what it is like to be a start-up Motelier of 3 days’ duration.
You waken at 3.00am when your partner Bas (as in Fawlty) wakens loudly (yes, it is possible, believe me) and proclaims the alarm to be unset for 5.00am – would you please set it for him, he may not waken in time (ho).
You lie there, faintly perspiring at the memory of yesterday’s faux pas (as in pas plural), and loudly – to yourself – vowing they will not be repeated today.
Your perspiration waxes and wanes as your memory runs through the highlights of the day before … The look on the face of the man who returned to the office declaring a man to be in his bed; the look on the face of the man who returned to the office declaring a man to have come into his room when he was in his bed.
The look on the face of the man who returned to the office and politely inquired as to what he should do with the cleaning equipment left behind the door in his room (you and Bas having cleaned said room at 6.00pm when it was realised previous night’s incumbent had not checked out, to be unceremoniously checked out forthwith, his room to be miraculously cleaned post-haste by two start-up moteliers wielding various cleaning implements including bleach, according to a page of instructions, with more than one – more than two, in fact – squirts of room freshener applied by Bas as a parting gesture as he rushed out leaving half the cleaning equipment behind the door; and a lovely, lovely clean room with a beautifully-made bed).
Oh Lordy! Humour be my friend! What a day!
And that was only part of it.
© Jane Grieve – www.janegrieve.com.au