Billy Squier is the shit.

I listen to music at work, and to tell you the truth, I listen to more rock than anything. Nothing can make me as productive at work as rock.
I love it all Manson, Muse, G N R, White Stripes, Metallica.
It's the best sheet snapping, pillow fluffin, tub scrubbing music there is.
So on my rock radio station they played Billy Squier.
I was like I remember this guy.
So I youtubed him when I got the chance and this fucker is pretty bad ass.]
How did I not know him before?
He is or was underrated.
And the worst part is I think I had his cassette and I never knew he was so good.
WTF?
So I'm bringing Billy back!





Maybe I am just an 80's chick but this stuff is the shit!

Billy Squier is Bad Ass.

Ok, now I got that out.

Off to work
From the tub scrubber
Your housekeeper

Imagine that

Work is hard.
I don't have to remind anyone of that because it is a crappy job and everyone knows it and that's why no one works it.
The pay is low, the work is labored.
Feet hurt, backs hurt, you clean up after other people who don't give a crap because it isn't their house so they crap all over, throw stuff all over, they do things in motel rooms you would not believe.
I once had a room where the only thing they used was the bathroom and that was to apparently shave every hair on their body off. ISH!

I don't hate my job, because if I did, I wouldn't work there. But I have my days where it's worse than others.

That's when I listen to Muse or Metallica or Johnny Cash or Five Finger Death Punch because the boys put that music on my playlist and to listen to that music makes me feel better about having a crappy job for some reason.

They also put Imagine by John Lennon on my playlist and today I had that moment that song played into my work.

I opened a room, not too bad, kind of clean actually, just used. The worst thing was the Vicks VapoRub smell in it, which I kind o like----when sick.

But as I stripped the room of dirty linens, I found this note with four dollars under it.

It made me understand that this world has alot of good people in it.
Because four dollars is four dollars and half of what I make in an hour.

Thanks to those people that know how hard us housekeepers work, because tips are far and few. (Not like bartending in a strip bar lol)
But I decided to post the song for this post so that people know, this world is a wonderful place. Life is good and a tip can make a housekeeper's whole day.


Thanks for understanding
from the one who fluffs your pillows
Your housekeeper.

I almost quit today

Well, I contemplate quitting everyday.
But today was a doozer. Our "assistant head housekeeper" who is 24 and LOVES her little bit of authority. Anyway all day I cursed her under my breath. Out loud in my mind as I snapped sheets, whipped pillowcases around and scrubbed the hell out of the tubs. I hated her. How could she not go with the plan, which was have the new girl do our beds, we would get done and all of us work on the rooms the baseball team checked out of late. That was the plan, but NO-Little Miss Authority had to do it her way and then what happened? Everyone was late finishing up, people had to leave to catch buses and go to other jobs.
And in the end, I was left.
With her.
Are you leaving?
She asked me looking all defeated, she was the only one left besides me with another 17 rooms.
I thought about how nice a hot bath or shower would feel.
How I could read or watch TV.
No, I'll stay. I said.
I took a deep breath and continued with my 20th plus room of the day.
I finished at 8:20pm.
As I walked out, over ten hours after I went in to work I could hear people in their rooms getting the rooms all dirty that I had just scrubbed, washed, shined, and made brand new looking hours earlier.
I punched out and wondered why I even stayed when all day all she did was piss me off.
I must still have a soft spot in my heart, eh?
Even when I don't want to.
Here's a song I listened to today while cleaning, the boys made me a playlist.


Thanks to blogger for my vent
From the sheet snapper
Your housekeeper.

6 Days in a row, now a day off

Man, six days in a row every week is no joke. Even if you only work 4 hours a day. There is so much physical labor involved in cleaning, it does take it's toll. And the last damn thing I want to do is clean when I get home or on my day off.
So today at work was typical.
Except, I didn't have that many rooms, whereas we have been cleaning about 17 to 20 plus rooms a day at the goal rate of 20 minutes a room, today we had 12 rooms.
But what happened yesterday, I got to the end of my list and she came and added another room on my list. Which is OK, I know I am a good worker, but damn just because I am a good worker doesn't mean I like to work hard.
The baseball teams are back, which is OK because they stay for a few days, let me look at their hot bods and the best part they don't want service but when they leave, whoppers. Chew spit, dirty socks and old beer, thats what the room smells like.
Sorry to get so gross but this is one of the nastiest jobs on Earth, for real. Eight bucks an hour ain't shit. And believe me this blog is going to get more gross.
But, I put myself here and this is how I am trying to be a role model for my kids. Show them I am not scared of hard work. I am not scared of starting over and from the bottom. I will one day float again.
Just first, I need to make the beds, one at a time, four pillows each.....

Song for the day
Float On Modest Mouse



From the One who puts the hospital corners in the bed
your Housekeeper

Why, Yet Another Venue??

I am not new to blogging or writing whatsoever. In fact, I more than likely won't even link this blog to any of my other social networks or blogs. I just want to write about my job.
So, I'm a housekeeper. I work in a hotel that is not a high class ritzy hotel but we do offer a pretty good continental breakfast and have a microwave and fridge in each room. In a way, I am glad we are not that fancy pants. But we do have 4 pillows on each bed, which is freakin ridiculous if you ask me. I think 4 pillows on each bed encourages parties and people passing out on the floor. Maybe, that's just my mentality from having been a drinker, though I never really partied in a hotel room. Except for one time with my brother and three of his friends back in the day when we used to work in the bar. And we just passed out there. When I think back to that time we passed out in the hotel, there was 5 of us. Me, My bro, Mikey, Sal, and Nate. We had so much fun drinking after hours in the bar we worked at, taking pictures that would later be confiscated by the cops and used later in my brother's trial. Now I look at all of us. I'm on federal paper, Nate is paralyzed from a drunken driving accident, Sal is in prison, Mikey was shot in the back of the head after a pow wow, my brother was already indicted and tried for his case, which he won. (All of our tragedies unrelated to one anothers.)
Four out of five of us proved the statistics people right for Native American youth to end up either dead, paralyzed, or incarcerated, by the age of 40. I was thinking about that today when I was cleaning rooms. I was trying to remember if we trashed the room, but we only slept there.
I think all kinds of deep thoughts when I clean rooms, which is why I did this blog. So welcome to my other blog, this is all the shit I think about when cleaning other people's shit.


If I could link a song here, which I will later it will be one I know we all partied to that night "No Diggity" by Blackstreet


Thank You,
From the one who puts the mints on your pillow
Your Housekeeper