Just First Day at OG

I just got home from my first day of training in the housekeeping department of OrangeGrove Hotel. I think it was a good day. Most of the time I sat idly not knowing what to do. I guess that's a good thing because I'm a lazy person. By the time it got late, around 8 o'clock, the current room attendant (RA), sir Ariel, taught me how to do the beddings. They already taught us that last semester from our housekeeping subject, but it's a good refresher. They did things differently. It's true that each hotels have different standards. Anyways, I like sir. He's friendly and kind. He makes too much phonecalls, though. By 10 o'clock, his shift ended, and sir Fred took over for the graveyard shift.

Sir Fred taught me what to do when a guest checks in. We have to get the room ready before the guest goes into the room. We should turn on the electronics, especially the air conditioner. We should also spray the room with some air freshener. I also delivered extra pillows and slippers as requested by the guests. Then, because we had nothing else to do, we folded some newspapers to use in wiping mirrors and covering trash cans. I could say today was a productive day for me. I like sir Fred. I'd like to point out that he's gay here.

What struck me this evening was the conversation I had with a worker. I think his name was Lester. He asked me if I was alone, and sir Fred interjected if he meant loner. Then, asked me if I attempted suicide. In my head I was like ohmygod but I kept a straight face. He and sir Fred kept talking in the background while I tried to keep my composure. I lied about it, but I could feel my lie as my voice croaked. I think he didn't notice it. I hope he didn't. He said he wanted to change my boring life, be more outgoing. I hate him already. Introversion is a bad thing. I get it. He wants to change my lifestyle for the better. His views are right. He's the better guy. He's full of himself. Fuck you, Lester.