I get up the following Sunday. I always hate Sundays at work. They're always super busy and we can never get a break.
I work at a hotel in town as a housekeeper. I'm one of the best ones and me and Britt have been working there for almost two years. We make good money and the tips aren't bad when we actually get them.
Our hotel always gets a lot of business people who stay for weeks at a time and once in a while we get celebs but no one I care about.
I drag myself out of bed and into the shower. I quickly wash and go back to my room. I put on my uniform, a button up shirt that does nothing for my figure. I honestly look two sizes bigger in it and the pants don't even get me started on them. I quickly pull my hair up into a bun and head downstairs to grab something to eat when I see Britt.
"Morning," she mumbles and stuffs a muffin in her mouth.
"Am I driving today?"
She nods and I grab a bottle of orange juice and the other muffin, "Let's go then muffin mouth."
We head out to my car, a black Kia Soul. Britt and I get in, I turn on the car and she starts messing with her phone and the aux cord. I back out when she finally finds a song to play and we head off to work.
We clock in and sign out our keys, we put our personal items in our shared locker, and wait for our manager to give us our boards which have what rooms have left and which are stay overs.
Once we have our boards we go get our supplies for the day to put on our housekeeping carts. I grab sheet bundles which are a fitted sheet and a top sheet. I grab a bunch of towels to fill up my cart with them.
"What floor you on?" Britt asks.
"Ten, you?"
"Why do you always get the top floor? They always tip good up there," she groans.
"What floor you on?"
"Nine."
"They tip on that floor too."
"Not as good as ten."
"Oh shush you know I'll share my tips with you."
"I know I just like complaining."
"Oh don't I know it."
We start laughing when our manager, Tiffani comes in, "Teresa, can I talk to you?"
"Ohh she's in trouble," Britt teases and I hit her thigh and walk over to Tiffani.
"What's up?"
"I gave you, 1015. The guest is going to be here for two months and he asked for one of our best housekeepers and I thought of you right away."
"Thanks. Are there any special things I should know?"
"No, he just asked for the best."
"Gotcha."
I walk back over to Britt and we head upstairs. She leaves me when we get to nine and pouts at me causing me to laugh. "See you at noon."
"See ya," I say as the doors close.
I get to ten and go set up my supplies on my cart and start working.
I knock on a door that's empty according to my board, "housekeeping." I wait a moment to see if anyone answers and they don't so I go in.
I strip the bed and toss all the dirty towels on the bed and carry it all down to our laundry room shoot. I come back out and check the rest of my check outs, I find all of them are empty, thank god. Usually everyone waits till check out at noon to leave on the weekends.
I strip the rest of my rooms and start cleaning. I usually start in the bathrooms and work my way out of the room. It's easier that way, at least I think so.
I grab my phone my pocket and plug in my earphones and start working.
Around noon Britt texts me;
Britt: I'm starving let's eat!
Tree: coming lemme just mop out.
I quickly mop the floor and head down to the break room. I find Britt and a couple of our friends, Lauren and Ashley.
"So who's the lucky girl who got 1015?" Lauren asks.
"Who do you think?" Britt says and looks at me.
"Of course she did," Lauren says.
"Hey I didn't make the boards and it's not my fault you guys slack."
"Hey slacking is an art form, Tree," Britt says causing us all to laugh.
"Have you checked the room yet to find out who it is?" Ashley asks as she looks up from her salad.
"No, but I should in like an hour, I'm almost done with my check outs."
"Why does everyone hate me today? Britt groans. "Only two of my six room have left."
"I'll come help when I'm done. Promise," I say and smile.
"Yay help," Britt says and stuff her Oreo in her mouth.
We finish eating and head back up to our rooms. I finish my last check out and start doing my stay overs, three of them have DND so I don't have to knock on those which leaves me with three others. I knock on two of them leaving 1015 for last.
I knock on 1015, "housekeeping," I receive no answer so I go in. Not that messy, good but it smells good in here. I like their cologne.
I see a paper on the table;
Housekeeping,
May I get three big towels and some extra shampoo?
You don't have to worry about the bed.
Thanks.
N.C.
"Hmm N.C. I wonder who that is," I say out loud as I go get the supplies they asked for. I take the dirty towels out, putting them on my cart and replace them with new ones and extra shampoo.
I leave the room, go put my cart away, taking the dirty towels to the shoot and I head down to Britt on nine.
"Hey, did you figure out who was in 1015?" Britt asks as we finish her last check out.
"No, there was just a note signed N.C. Do you know anyone with those initials?"
"No."
"Hmm maybe they're new in the business or we just don't know them."
"Who knows. All they wanted was shampoo and towels so let's hope they're not a diva. I know it's a guy though."
"How?"
"They're room smells like Justin."
"Don't get me starts on Justin and how he smells."
I just laugh and head to her stay over.
We finish up her board and head downstairs. I'm turning the corner and crash into someone causing us both fall on the floor. "Oh my god I'm sorry sir. I wasn't watching where I was going."
"It's okay, my mistake," he stands up quickly, holding out his hand to help me up. He pulls a little to hard and I pounce up, bumping into his chest.
My eyes go wide. "Oh my god. I'm sorry again."
"Sorry I don't know my own strength," he looks at my name tag and says my name, "Teresa."
"I'm sorry again sir," I say and walk away.
Britt and I go put our boards away and clock out.
Once we're outside I just stop in the parking lot. "Oh my god Britt!"
"What?"
"That was 1015!"
"Who? What? Where?"
"The guy I chased into!"
"How do you know?"
"He smelled like Justin."
"What?"
"His cologne."
"Oh my god! Are you sure?"
"When I crashed into his chest I could smell him."
"Oh my god."
"What do I do?"
"Clean his room?" Britt laughs.
"Im going to die, Britt. Right here in the parking lot."
"I wouldn't do that cause you will never get to meet the mysterious N.C. again."
"Ugh will you drive?"
"Yeah."
I toss her my keys and get in the car and we head home.