I recently started two jobs, one that takes three hours a week doing yardwork, and a maid at a hotel. Neither of these jobs should have customer interaction, right? Well, technically the maid job only sees the aftermath, but I did get a "customer" at the yardwork one. Maidery isn't all that bad, feel free to skip it.
Maidery
Maybe it's different in other hotels, but when you're at mine, please don't help us in the following ways:
-Dumping your bedding in a pile on the bed.
-Removing the rubber mat from your bed.
-Wrapping your bedding up in a pile to hide the fact that you had sex. It doesn't hide it, it keeps the smell from airing out.
-Hiding the glasses. They should go in the bathroom sink, or next to tray you got them on. They should not go in the nightstand.
-Above all, DO NOT wash the bathroom with the little soaps we give you. I get yelled at for taking too long when I have to clean your soap scum off everything, and I do have to clean it anyway.
I don't care if you didn't tip, I don't get the tips anyway, so please don't help in an attempt to feel better.
Yardwork
So I work at a church mowing lawns, sweeping the sidewalks, and watering the plants. I'm not a parishioner, I'm not even religious, I just work there. This is important to remember. I was nearly finished with mowing the lawn when a man walks past very slowly. He walks halfway up to me, so I stop the mower and ask if he needs help.
CG = Creepy Guy
SB= Me
SB: Hi, do you need help with something? (Thinking maybe he needed directions or wanted to know the churches hours even though they're clearly posted.)
CG: No, No, I just mumble mumble sit and watch mumble mumble.
He had a strong accent, and was carrying a bag with lunch items, so I figured he was just asking permission to use the picnic table to eat lunch at. Not a problem, go back to my work. Suddenly I see lightening. Hm... clear sky all around, no thunder...
Turn around and the bastard has a camera. I was not hired for my bravery, and my phone isn't working properly so I couldn't call a friend, so I just ignored it. I didn't really want to provoke an attack if he was that sort. Finish up mowing and he comes up to my shed to offer help in untangling the hoses.
CG: You... you need help? I help you?
SB: No, I have it.
CG: um, um, when is the church, um, when is it open?
(Relaxes a bit, think maybe he's new here and is trying to join a community or something. )
SB: 10 on Sundays.
CG: No, when is it open?
SB: !0 in the morning on Sundays.
CG: When is the Bible study?
SB: 10 on Sundays.
(I start taking the hose around to water the plants. He follows..)
CG: When can I study the Bible?
SB: Here it's only 10 on Sundays. Other churches have other times.
CG: When do you study the Bible?
SB: I don't.
CG: Where do you study the Bible?
SB: I don't. (this repeats.)
CG: When do you work here?
SB: (deciding I'm not working alone anyway for a while after this) End of the week usually.
He wanders away, I think that's the end of it, until I go get my broom. He's waiting for me to get done!
Luckily a friend of mine passed and rescued me, and I've gotten my guy friends to agree to help, but still.
Oh, and he also mentioned he was a post-doc, which means he's probably been here for a bit too long to be excused for that behavior..
Maidery
Maybe it's different in other hotels, but when you're at mine, please don't help us in the following ways:
-Dumping your bedding in a pile on the bed.
-Removing the rubber mat from your bed.
-Wrapping your bedding up in a pile to hide the fact that you had sex. It doesn't hide it, it keeps the smell from airing out.
-Hiding the glasses. They should go in the bathroom sink, or next to tray you got them on. They should not go in the nightstand.
-Above all, DO NOT wash the bathroom with the little soaps we give you. I get yelled at for taking too long when I have to clean your soap scum off everything, and I do have to clean it anyway.
I don't care if you didn't tip, I don't get the tips anyway, so please don't help in an attempt to feel better.
Yardwork
So I work at a church mowing lawns, sweeping the sidewalks, and watering the plants. I'm not a parishioner, I'm not even religious, I just work there. This is important to remember. I was nearly finished with mowing the lawn when a man walks past very slowly. He walks halfway up to me, so I stop the mower and ask if he needs help.
CG = Creepy Guy
SB= Me
SB: Hi, do you need help with something? (Thinking maybe he needed directions or wanted to know the churches hours even though they're clearly posted.)
CG: No, No, I just mumble mumble sit and watch mumble mumble.
He had a strong accent, and was carrying a bag with lunch items, so I figured he was just asking permission to use the picnic table to eat lunch at. Not a problem, go back to my work. Suddenly I see lightening. Hm... clear sky all around, no thunder...
Turn around and the bastard has a camera. I was not hired for my bravery, and my phone isn't working properly so I couldn't call a friend, so I just ignored it. I didn't really want to provoke an attack if he was that sort. Finish up mowing and he comes up to my shed to offer help in untangling the hoses.
CG: You... you need help? I help you?
SB: No, I have it.
CG: um, um, when is the church, um, when is it open?
(Relaxes a bit, think maybe he's new here and is trying to join a community or something. )
SB: 10 on Sundays.
CG: No, when is it open?
SB: !0 in the morning on Sundays.
CG: When is the Bible study?
SB: 10 on Sundays.
(I start taking the hose around to water the plants. He follows..)
CG: When can I study the Bible?
SB: Here it's only 10 on Sundays. Other churches have other times.
CG: When do you study the Bible?
SB: I don't.
CG: Where do you study the Bible?
SB: I don't. (this repeats.)
CG: When do you work here?
SB: (deciding I'm not working alone anyway for a while after this) End of the week usually.
He wanders away, I think that's the end of it, until I go get my broom. He's waiting for me to get done!
Luckily a friend of mine passed and rescued me, and I've gotten my guy friends to agree to help, but still.
Oh, and he also mentioned he was a post-doc, which means he's probably been here for a bit too long to be excused for that behavior..
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