The Hotel has begun to feel a bit like home. We have our typical parking spot. The front desk staff (the ones during the normal business hours at least) quite obviously know me by their smile that seems to say “why are you still here?”. I send my bills and cards from the hotel. We enter through the side entrance. I bring my partner his coffee every morning, as the norm. I tidy up our room on a daily basis. And to make matters worse…I stopped housekeeping from cleaning up the room this morning because I had already emptied our garbage pails out for her…I enjoyed helping her out too! I need help… Continue reading
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