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Unlikely Truth I Learned Working At Hotels

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From my years working in the hotel industry, I’ve had some pretty bizarre, crazy, terrible and wonderful experiences. I had a guest buy me a bottle of very expensive wine because he noticed I was having a bad day. I had a couple yell at me and try to get me fired because I couldn’t give them a late check out. But over the years, I discovered a startling fact.

I’ve worked in nice luxury hotels where the lobby sparkled in dazzling whiteness. I’ve worked from dingy motels to the best of hotels. Well, maybe not really. But pretty close.

Non-hospitality experienced people don’t know the difference between a motel and hotel. So, I’ll tell you now. A hotel is luxury. A motel is affordable. Hotels come with clean rooms, pleasant staff and great breakfast. Motels come with all of that but the word ‘clean’ is loosely defined. Motel 6’s standards are way lower that of the Hilton. But people stay in motels because it’s the best they can afford.

A surprising realization hit as I was working a late shift at a motel. Poor people seemed more genuine and kind than the rich. Or was that just me? When worked at a Best Western years ago, the people who visited were always nice. They’d chat with you. Always have pleasant things to say and compliments. Sometimes you’d the grumpy ones but that’s just how customer service is. Usually I’d get guests who were staying in town for a wedding, college or some event. They were people who could afford the luxury of Best Western.

Years later I worked at a motel part time and the customers were different. The guests were usually from in-state and not hundreds of miles away. They were poor but also more giving. The conversations they held seemed more genuine. Sometimes I’d get the stinky old drunks but they’d always leave me more of a tip than the rich lady with a dog. The bums who just wanted a place to warm up for ten minutes held more of a real conversation than the soccer mom touring colleges with her daughter.

I never realized how more real bums or people living in poverty are than the ones who make $90,000 a year. When they speak to you, it’s as if you’re a friend they haven’t seen in a while and welcome gladly back. I’m not saying that the wealthy aren’t genuine or super nice. I’m not saying the wealthy are mean and nasty. When I worked at more luxurious hotels, I met plenty of awesome people who made my day special. But the contrast between those people and the guests at a motel are striking.

Crazy Storm and Then There’s the Book…

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I haven’t blogged in a while because I’ve been quite busy. I didn’t want to get on here tonight and start writing because I don’t quite feel like I have much to say. My book is still in the works and will be for a long time. Long time as in between 6 months to a year. I was so hoping to be published by now, but there is so much I have to do to it. I know what you’re thinking… “Geez girl! Get your stuff together.” And you’re absolutely right.

I haven’t gotten much done this month. My life currently has plunged into a tornado obstacles. There’s been so much happening that I’ve found it hard to focus. I put an hour here and there for editing and rewriting but I don’t feel as accomplished as I’d like. Note to everyone: Don’t get a life.

Lately, I’ve been wishing I could take a week off from work and life and lock myself in a closet to finish this book. But that won’t work. I’ve going over the chapters again, deleting some things, adding some stuff. I’m hoping to be done in 6 months. That would be nice. I wanted to be done two months ago… but, pah! In the literary world, things are never for sure.

One reason for it taking so long to finish is the major changes I’ve made. For one, I’ve discovered my main character is really my secondary and my secondary character is actually my main. Think about that! I’ve discovered that some characters actually had relationships with each other. I’ve learned the plot does thicken and the game is afoot. If I could go back to the very beginning, I’d tell myself to OUTLINE. I really wish I’d done it.

At times, my book feels like it’s in shambles. At other times, I’m in need of a drink. And not a fruit juice. Something hard. Tonight, I’m retweeking a chapter and adding some more bacon to the plate. Most people like bacon, right? Anyways, I just wanted to give an update anybody who’s actually cares to read my crazy ramblings.