"If he just shut up, this would go much faster...even without the aid." I huff and starting removing the decorations and stripping the massive tables clothes off the table.
Extra crew members dispatched. Next hour went by like a blur.
"Not too shabby, Lily. I hope that grump's happy now. Such waste his look, he needs to smiling more, if you ask me."
"Ava…"
"What?!" I eye lily's direction. Lily is visibly shaking .
"What?" I ask her again. She nods quickly to the left and pans back to face her work.
Snap! Dylan is back,Too loud.Ooops.
“I’m s…sorry.” I croak in embarrassment and brace myself for a scolding. Instead, Dylan just stares at me for a second before turning to the gigantic pile of the tablecloths on the floor.
"Chop, chop! You should be done by now," he barks.
"Can't talk, busy chopping!" I grumbled.
We work in awkward silence for another ten minutes before Dylan looks up. "Reina, Maria...please go to the sixth floor. Housekeeping."
The two ladies leave wordlessly, leaving me gawking at their retreating forms. "We need them," I say, gritting my teeth at Dylan.
"On the sixth floor," he replies simply and repeats, "Housekeeping." He ends his statement with a smile.
This was punishment. But I apologized!
"I'll be leaving now. Major work has been done, and you know what to do. Remember, two o'clock." He tapped his watch and left.
"There is not enough time!" I whine.
"Oh, you will." He disappears through the doors.
"Ava, you're just the best," Lily says sarcastically when nobody else is around.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know he was going to flip so bad."
"He's the boss. Of course, he'll flip." She angrily stomps around, trying to get to another table. I watch her small frame waddle around the pile of tablecloths on the floor.
"You need longer legs, Lily." I chuckle.
"Maybe if you give me yours; we'd finish faster," she pouts.
She looks so cute when she's mad.
Ava
"I think I'm getting the hang of this..." I mutter to myself.
Bed making is a relatively simple task, and as a hospitality and hotel management student, this should be a walk in the park; however, when I am shown how a typical bed made here, my anxiety peaks a notch.
It won't be a walk in the park.
Bed making is simple. Clear the bed, pull off the fitted sheet, add the top sheet, get a comforter on and arrange the pillows with whatever accessories you see fit to add. That's practically it. But combining that with the luxury of a five-star hotel and the extravagantly enormous bed, it looks downright tedious. Pairs only for working in the rooms.
Just masking the bed with fitted sheets is hard enough. If I had to keep struggling with this one tricky corner for three months, I'd be outta here.
"I didn't build for this. " Lily huffs while we are putting on the fitters.