I'm not exactly sure how much you're allowed to say on one of these things, so let's just say I work at "Z" Hotel in La Crosse. It's a chain hotel, and I've been there for over two years now; it'll be three years in September (that's if I'm still there - cross your fingers that I'm not!) And it's not my first hotel, either. I've actually been working as a housekeeper at hotels for ten years now, since I was 14 years old and my dad announced, "Well, looks like it's time for you to get a job."
I guess you could say I'm a professional housekeeper.
Now I'm fairly certain most people would consider a job more of a "career" once they've been working at it for ten years. But the funny thing is I'm just now getting started on my real career after all this time. I've recently graduated from college and am now bound and determined to succeed in my true, ideal career, which is teaching English. Unfortunately, I am still stuck at Z Hotel, mostly because December is an awkward time of the year to graduate when you want to be a teacher.
So here I am, housekeeping it up. You can call me a maid if you want to; I don't get offended. Some housekeepers do, and then you better watch your back if you drop the "m" bomb in their direction. They might forget to change your garbage. Or, more disturbingly, your sheets. But I'm not writing this blog to scare you out of traveling; I just thought I might get a few things straight about housekeepers and our "art" while I'm still one of them.
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