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A New Career?

Published April 27, 2017 by mindfulofchatter

I am not particularly happy with my job. My immediate supervisor has no experience doing the job she manages. This leads some ridiculous scheduling, and impossible work loads to deal with. But the other day, whilst in the middle of cleaning a room, I had a thought.

Why not become a paid convention speaker and talk about housekeeping?

You know, basically get paid to shame the audience who traveled to the convention and is now staying at local hotels. All done with love and humor, of course. Sort of….well….maybe…okay – mostly with love and humor.

Just imagine – a convention for *insert your occupation here*, all gathered together to discuss all the ups and downs of working in the *insert your occupation here* field. When a one the colleagues takes to the stage to introduce the next speaker;

‘Ladies and Gentleman. Welcome the *insert your occupation here* annual convention. Tonight we pleased to have with us here tonight, a very special speaker. She is here to speak to you all about hotel housekeeping and hotel guests. Please welcome, Mind Full of Chatter.’

You can hear it can’t you? The murmurs of the audience as they think…

What the hell kind of name is Mind Full of Chatter?

Why the hell is she here at an *insert your occupation here* convention to talk about hotel housekeeping?

What on earth can be said about housekeeping? That’s kinda of boring, isn’t it?

And then the slow dawning, and fidgeting, of several audience members as they realize will be outed for being the worst hotel guests ever. Because no one wants hear about their own apparent inability to put trash in a trash can, change out their own toilet paper and flush their own toilet when staying at a hotel.

The Intentional Mess Makers will all fidget and cough. Some will try to sneak out. Others will suddenly be very interested in anything other than making eye contact with anyone else. A few will try to hide in their coffee cups and hope no one realizes they are the ones being spoken about.

The Unintentional Mess Makers will nervously laugh and spill their coffee. They will covertly glance around to see if anyone noticed they spilled their coffee, thus spilling more coffee and leaving drip marks all down the fronts of their shirts. They will then try to sop up the mess they made with a napkin, only to make a slightly larger mess.

The Neat Nics will look satisfied with themselves. Some will turn the person next to them to tell them all about the last tip they left. Others will simply smile and nod knowingly. A few will try to help The Unintentional Mess Makers clean upĀ  their coffee spills.

Most everyone will laugh nervously (because I am hilarious) and glance around trying to identify whomever I am currently speaking about. In the end they applaud – because they don’t know what else to do.

And I will be paid to shut up and go on my merry way, leaving the audience of the *insert your occupation here* convention to go back to their hotel rooms, clean up their messes, change out their own toilet paper, flush their own toilets, and leave a tip for the housekeeper so they don’t feel so guilty about their own poor behavior.

Sounds like a win win to me.

 

Eyebrows And Hairy Legs

Published April 22, 2017 by mindfulofchatter

As some of you may remember (although why you would, I don’t know), I decided to stop plucking my eyebrows in some keeping up the Joneses (or perhaps Kardashians) shape and let them be plain old eyebrows. I discovered along the way that eyebrows actually take a long time to fully regrow – up to 65 days, sometimes longer, and in a few cases never.

My eyebrows are looking less odd and more normal. The patchy spots have mostly regrown, and the odd little stripes I had on each eyebrow are almost gone completely. The hairs are now all growing in the proper direction and not trying stick up or swing backwards. They are a mix of dark and blonde hairs with a few white hairs tossed in fun. I have been better about keeping the outer edges looking nice, so all is going well in the eyebrow department. They look pretty darn good.

Now the legs. I hadn’t shaved them in ages. It was cold outside, I wear long pants at work (per uniform requirements) and I have no one to complain about them being fuzzy. Plus my shower is the size of small telephone booth making shaving a challenge even for a professional contortionist. So I just let them go.

I had a look at them the other day. Summer is coming and I don’t need to be fuzzy legged in summer dresses. The hair had gotten to be about 1/2″ long. But what is funny is how it now growing in. The backs of my legs have no hair at all. They are smooth and soft. The hair is mostly growing on the front over my shin bones. The sides are patchy with hairless areas here and there. My knees are as hairless as the backs of my legs.

Too bad the fronts can’t follow the backs and give up growing hair. That would be nice. It would be even better if my armpits would take up the no hair mantra. But so far, they aren’t cooperating.

If the hair had grown in blonde, I may have left it alone and gone on my merry way. But it was dark (though not scratchy at all and kinda soft) and showed up very well against my very light skin. So I squeezed myself into the shower and managed to shave the fronts smooth once again. I will say having to shave only the front half of my legs is wonderful. This is far easier than having manage knees and leg backs.

I hope that the fronts come to see how useless growing all that hair is.

 

 

I Need An ‘Older Person’ Job.

Published April 12, 2017 by mindfulofchatter

All is sort of well in my world. I found a job, hated it, so I found another job. The new job pays more with more hours. To top it off, I got a $1.00 an hour raise after a week on. I thought it was because I was awesome. But it turns out they are raising the hiring wage, and decided I ought to be at that rather the old rate. I guess I’m no so awesome after all. Damn it.

I am back to working as a hotel housekeeper. But this particular hotel was built to be condominiums. This means ALL the rooms have full on bedrooms, full bathrooms and full kitchens. This not some run-of-the-mill hotel room. This requires more work per room, and my body isn’t having any of it.

We usually work in teams, and that helps. I love my teammate, but they aren’t letting us stay as a team. She is officially the new housekeeper trainer. This means I am getting dumped to work on my own or with one of the other housekeepers. I don’t really care for the males, and the other females are Hispanic and speak little to no English. The language barrier would make working with them impossible for me since my Spanish is pretty much over after ‘hola’ and ‘buenos diaz’ (unless you count the song about beating chocolate I remember from high school Spanish class, though I can’t see that as being relevant in housekeeping).

My very first day was a 10 hour day. I still find that to be a ridiculous first day in a housekeeping situation. My second day was close to that. My teammate and I had 28 rooms condos that included 11 checks outs, 7 of which were two bedroom rooms condos. That is an exhausting amount of work, even for two people.

This place keeps wondering why they can’t keep housekeepers. Hmmmm…let me mull that over a bit…

For those you are not familiar with how hotel housekeeping works, ALL the rooms (including those with people staying more than one night – called stay overs) are supposed to be finished by check in time. Check in times varied hotel to hotel, but you can see how this puts pressure on the people who actually do the cleaning.

We also have what is called metric time. This the amount of time we are given to completely clean a room. This includes cleaning the bathroom(s), changing the bed(s), re-stocking linens and soaps, cleaning the kitchen, removing all the trash and cleaning the floors. Every check out is completely cleaned. The sinks and tubs are scrubbed, all the counter tops are cleaned, carpet vacuumed, hard floors swept and moped – in short, the works. And all done within a certain amount of time no matter how dirty we find the room.

Stay overs have a shorter metric time, but still certain things are done. This depends on what the guest wants. If the guest is not in the room, they get beds made, bathrooms cleaned, fresh towels (if the towels are on the floor), dishes put away out of the dishwasher (remember, these are condos), dirty dishes loaded and the washer started, floors swept and carpets vacuumed. We also re-stock soaps, coffee and the like. Some guests want the beds made fresh every day. Because they make their own damn bed at home fresh every day, don’t they. Whoops. Uh, snark alert?

This is why I have written before about those guests who are pigs and leave huge messes. It makes our day longer and tougher. We don’t need your mess to have a job. We get paid for cleaning your room, even if you are heavenly and leave it neat. But the big messes put us behind and make us work a lot harder than we already do. Oh, and tips are always highly appreciated.

Which brings me back to my complaining body.

I hurt. My feet hurt (yes, I have compression socks and proper work shoes). I am exhausted most days. My body simply isn’t catching on to the workload. Instead it is demanding sleep and hurting. I slept a total of 18 hours my last day off – not good. I am grumpy and tired. This time around, my body is just saying – NO! Or perhaps it is more along the lines of ‘What in the hell do you think you are doing?!?’.

So I will stay on until I find something else, or my body gives out. I’m not a money hound, so I can stand a cut in pay.

I know I need something more suited to a slightly chubby 58-year-old.

 

So, What’s All The Fuss?

Published April 6, 2017 by mindfulofchatter

I really want know why men are so afraid of women having complete equality. Why do we scare you so much? Why can’t we make decisions regarding our own bodies? What have we done do have to still be fighting for our rights in 2017?

Now if you are one the many women who don’t see there an issue, that fine. You can go read something else and I won’t be offended. Nor will I try to cram my point of view down your throat. We are all good. We both entitled to our respective opinions.

Me? I still want to know what the problem is. I want to know why men (in particular) are trying so hard to keep women from having the same total control of their bodies as they have of theirs. Am I not a grown adult as you are? Is there something about being female that prevents me from making my own decisions about my own healthcare and reproductive choices? Why don’t I make as much money as you guys do for doing the same job? What the hell?!?

(side note – this not about abortion. If you are against abortion, fine. Just please leave others out of your personal choices and I’ll do the same. Okay?)

For centuries women could not own property, own a business, carry money, vote and numerous other things that were for men only. If a women owned land, it became her husband’s land as soon as they wed. If she owned valuable jewelry (including inherited jewels), they became her husbands as soon as they were wed. Did you know that a married woman didn’t even own her clothing? That too, belonged to her husband.

Why? What did women do to men to make them put us all under the floorboards and keep us there? Why were we denied the simple right to own our own things, to be taught to read (Yup, few women were taught to read. Upper class women were taught to read, but were not permitted to read newspapers. ‘Cuz, you know, they may learn something), to simply have a say in our lives?

Women were used as chattel to create ties for kings. A ‘good match’ was far more important than a good marriage. Women were told ‘look to other way’ if her husband had affairs or a mistress. Stay home. Raise children. Don’t make a fuss. Do as you’re told.

I hear the women who think we are all fine. We are equal. We get all the same goodies. But we don’t, do we. Not really.

We have (mostly) men trying to tell what kind of healthcare we are allowed. We are being told what is best for our reproductive choices. We are still told rape is our fault. That skirt was too short, why were you were alone?, the street was dark, did you have a drink?, did you take any drugs?, were there any witnesses?, are you a credible person? In short – what did you do to get raped?

(side note – I was once held up at gunpoint outside of a nightclub. I had parked under a street lamp, not in the dark. The first thing I was asked? Did you have a man walk you to your car? Yes, I did. They robbed him as well)

Our pay is still less than a man’s pay for doing the same job with Hispanic women coming in last. Because, you know, your ethic background is an indicator of how well you do your job.

So I want to know.

Why did women do to men to make them so damned scared of us?