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It all started when I was an executive with an insurance company,
traveling around the country on business. I would frequently stay at
mid-range type hotels, nothing fancy, but reasonably priced. Often,
because I was bored and lonely, I would befriend many of the hotel
workers---even the housekeepers. Well, I was at a small business class
hotel in Atlanta, when my life took a drastic turn.
Because of the sour economy, my company decided to lay me off. When I
got the news, I asked them if I could finish up my work in Atlanta and
they agreed. So, I extended my stay at the hotel for another 2 weeks.
I would really use the extra time to look for another job.
Being a 40-year old laid off salesman in a bad economy mmediately took
its toll. I was having trouble even setting up an interview in Atlanta.
My resume was average at best. Thankfully, I was single, with no family
to support. I started to hang around the hotel lobby and I would chat
daily with many of the hotel workers. They knew my situation.
One lady who worked at the hotel seemed very compassionate. Her name is
Diana Jones. She was the executive housekeeper--managing a large staff
of housekeepers, laundry workers, and maintenance crew. Ms. Jones is
African American, very striking looking, with a perfect body and a keen
sense of style. She always wears short business suits with killer 5 inch
heels. Her makeup is always flawless. Long red-polished fingernails.
Ms. Jones is around 35, but with her hair weave and outfits, she could
pass for 25.
I enjoyed having drinks with her in the hotel bar because she was
beautiful and so respected by the staff. I jokingly asked her if she had
any openings in housekeeping becuase my situation was getting so bad.
She looked me straight in the eyes and said that 'Yes! She had an opening
for a housekeeper on the 6th floor." I blushed and explained that I knew
nothing about housekeeping--but she kept insisting that it was easy to
learn. The job seemed so beneath me, but the thought of having a job
started to sound OK. I had stayed at this hotel many times, now I was
going to be a housekeeper there?
Ms. Jones called me in my room the following day. I went down to her
office to fill out an application. She had me fill out lots of papers.
Then, she introduced me to Meka, who would be my supervisor if I got the
position.
Meka was only about 20 years old, African American, cute, but a little
stuck up--kind of bossy. The first thing she said was that even though I
was a man, I would have to obey her just like the other girls. I told
her that it would not be a problem. When I told her my name was Lance,
she giggled and said that my name would now be La-La. I was not real
happy about this.
The next day, I awoke with a loud knocking on my door. It was Meka. She
said she had a room for me to clean to see what kind of skills I had for
the position. She told me to meet her in room 601 in 10 minutes.
When I got there, she was sitting on the bed watching TV. She said that
she wanted the room 'spotless.' I had two hours.
I went right to work. Using all of the implements in my maid's cart, I
was able to do a good job cleaning the room. I vacuumed and dusted--
cleaned the bathroom--made the bed etc. Meka sat on the bed the whole
time--chatting on her phone and watching TV. When I was done, it was
time for inspection.
Meka started to inspect the room with a little notepad. She told me that
I did a good job overall, but she wanted me to re-do the bathroom. Here
I was, a 40-year old former executive being told to clean a bathroom by a
demanding, bitchy 20-year old girl. I complied and cleaned the bathroom
until it sparkled.
Well, it seemed to go well, but I wasn't sure I even wanted the job. I
couldn't imagine being bossed around by Ms. Jones and Meka everyday. And
being called La-La was so demeaning. But I really needed a job.
Ms. Jones called me into her office to tell me the good news. I got the
job! Meka wanted me to start on Monday morning, so I had three days to
get ready. I had to go to the uniform store and get my work outfit. The
other girls wore black tights with a pink smock. Even though it was a
little feminine, I knew that if I dressed like the other housekeepers it
would help me fit in. I actually was starting to get excited about
having work. I thanked Ms. Jones for the opportunity.
I would need a place to stay, and I got lucky because one of the other
housekeepers, needed a roommate. Her name was Jessica, about 25 ,and had
worked at the hotel for 6 years as a housekeeper. She was very sweet to
offer me a room. With my meager wages, I could just about make ends
meet.
Monday morning came quickly. Meka had a whole training program ready for
me. I was to start off helping the other housekeepers and learn from
them. She wanted me to concentrate on cleaning bathrooms because that is
where she thought I was weak. It would be awile before she would let me
clean on my own.
I settled into the routine of being a housekeeper. It was steady work.
Everyone was nice to me. I was often mistaken for being a girl because
Meka had my name 'La-La' embroidered on my aprons. It was OK. I sort of
liked being one of the girls. We had fun on breaks and during lunch.
After 6 months as a housekeeper, it was time for my semi-annual review.
This involved sitting down with Ms. Jones and Meka for an evaluation.
Hopefully, they would talk about promotions etc.
It was nothing like I expected. It lasted only about 5 minutes. Meka
said that while I was doing a good job, I should not expect to be
promoted. She did not think I would make a good crew chief. Ms. Jones
consoled me explaining to me that not everyone is management material. I
should be happy to be a good housekeeper. It made me feel much better.
Ms. Jones said that one of the perks of her job was to have a housekeeper
from the hotel clean her apartment once or twice a week. It would now be
part of my job. Every Sunday and Wednesday was to be spent as her
personal housekeeper. I would work in the morning at the hotel, then she
would have the hotel van driver drop me off at her apartment.
She said that she expected me to do a great job. She said that she liked
her laundry done by hand whenever possible--and everything ironed. Even
her panties. It was going to be hard work. She even said that her
boyfriend liked to drop off his clothes to be laundered. My life had
really changed from being an executive. But somehow, this seemed to be
natural. I did not have pressure. Meka and Ms. Jones now were making
all the decisions.
As time passed, I went through a few more semi-annual reviews. I was
content in my role as a housekeeper. They even promoted a few girls to
crew chief who started a year after me--but I realize that not everyone
is capable of being a boss.
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