My Tale of Hotel Hell

my look back at the hotel...

As I write this little narrative this it is not really about the way i view my life working at, “Josef’s,” in the, “Silverdale Beach Hotel.” So don’t think that I hate the hotel but I feel it is a fitting title for this log.
So let me start by giving a brief but detailed history about when I started working there. It was at the end of May of 2006, and it took an agonizing three months of applying and interviews and I finally had a job at this Fine establishment. This was about a three years ago. When it was slow and boring to work at the hotel but I was fine with that, since I was and still am a person, that has the need to stay productive and so I always found something to do, whether it be polishing off the dingy, mismatched silverware on the unbalanced table tops, or hokying (Vacuuming) the wine stained, dark grey floor.
I do not mean to sound all morbid or make it sound like this place was or is all dreadful because it was not all bad. Since, I am in charge of delivering room service. This is where I have the joy of making tips with 50 lbs trays to guest rooms and getting a lil incite on how guest live. By going into their rooms and making observations such as the clutter of papers on the table to the shoes and wrinkled shirts tossed on the floor and the Television tuned to the news as it shows high lights of the latest Seahawks game or even the occasional porn voyeur. Yes the guest room is a good way to see how people live and make them self at home.
I also find it to be a breath of freedom as I wonder the halls as I search for trays that have been left out side for me to pick up, as it sits with half eaten bacon cheeseburgers, or played with pancakes left on the floor for me, by the morning bussur. The halls also have this kind of smell that is sort of similar to what you might find in the casino full of cigarette smoke as it seeps out of the rooms from under the cracks of the hotel doors. Filling the air as it cotes its self into the dingy off white wall paper. Alas this trip through the halls does not last but more then a few minutes and I must return to the void in which is called my job to clean and reset the tables in the restaurant.
Truth is to be told, a lot has changed while I have been working their some good and some not so good. I like to point out the whole of the color scheme going from a consistent wood work to what is now a dark grey warm color. Instead of wood carvings on the wall they are now replaced with pictures of sailboats and beaches, in its place. The tables once covered with a drape of true white tablecloths are now bare. And the settings that the guest eat with once full of confusion with most not being able to decide whether to use the salad fork or the dinner fork and now simplified to a common dinner fork and knife. This brings me to the biggest change in which is a complete remodel of the Josef’s Fine Dinning. Starting with the abstract arrangement of the booths to the far wall that makes a bit of scents as to its tight fit for anyone who sits there, to the two random walls; one located behind the host-stand, to the one that blocks the in-out doors that lead to the kitchen. I also like to point out the black antique style hutch, which is to be stocked with everything that will be needed to successfully clean and reset the harmonized table tops, however is hardly ever set but for three water glasses, and six sets of knives and forks and a cornucopia of spoons for the morning left in it for me when I arrive to work. Another great and interesting change is the newest addition to the dinning room and that is the fake-fire plaice, that has metallic wood that glow a faint red luminosity and admits a buttercup yellow flame when on but can only be seen in the darkest of night.
For all I have to say about this hotel, there is nothing to left to be said except that nothing ever stays the same, here at the hotel, whether it is the dinning room being constantly remodeled or just the people staying and/ or working there are always coming and going.
As for the people at this place I must say that there is no other group of people I would have chosen to work with since they are now considered my second family despite the fact that I no longer are with them, to suffer the unfairness the management put on them and so forth… more is to come but till then…