Statistical stuff, now it's all over
Sep. 5th, 2003 02:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_t_220Time served: 1 year, almost exactly
Beds Made: 1946, give or take
Apple pie beds created out of spite: 1, this morning, cause the guy was pissing me off and left pizza on the floor.
Bathrooms cleaned: 1920, or thereabouts
Area Hoovered: 672000 square feet... or just under depending on how lazy we're admitting to being.
Stairs climbed: 18000 at the very least, depending on how many things I forgot and had to go back downstairs for.
Tips left by guests: 1, you tightwad bastards
Number of people who've made Room 6 smell as disgusting as it does currently: 4, and they're all big fans of onion-based takeaway
Number of items stolen by guests: 4 - a wooden buttler from the lobby, a hairdryer and 2 teddy bears
Number of items stolen by me: Uhh... a shot glass, a pair of scissors, a lost bottle of really good smelling aftershave, a box of matches, some brand new nail clippers, 14 tealight candles, 23 packets of biscuits (the little individual portion kind before you get too carried away), about half a pound of boiled sweets, a curtain hook to fix the broken one in the dining room and vast amounts of small change people have left behind.
Number of keys I know the exact purpose of: 56, though in fairness, quite a few of them have numbers engraved and I only ever used 28 of them on a regular basis.
Number of things I am most distinctly allergic to: 2 - AmbiPur fragrancers a multi-purpose cleaner... which is a bad thing given my job, really I guess.
Number of guests worth fantasising about: 3, and had they offered I would have jeopardised my job by jumping on any of them, cause GOD they woulda' been worth it. XD
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At the end though... I'm surprisingly sad to see it's all over. And I know I was starting to hate having to be there, and I know that at times the whole thing made me so damn annoyed... but still, overwhelmingly it feels like it was a positive experience. I liked most of the people well enough and Klaus made me laugh even when he was being a grumpy sod. And it was an entire year of my life that felt surprisingly good for the most part. Knowing I could hold down a job even if it was a crap one, being able to afford all the useless junk that I wanted, proving my mum wrong by actually sticking with it as opposed to bailing out after a few weeks.
It's the same feeling I had when I finished college I guess. It was nice to know you were finshed, and after whinging and moaning all year you figured you'd be glad to see the back of it, but when all's said and done reaching the final day and leaving for good doesn't really feel as good as you hoped.
I feel a little aimless now to be honest. :/
*goes off to flick through the vacancies in the paper*
Beds Made: 1946, give or take
Apple pie beds created out of spite: 1, this morning, cause the guy was pissing me off and left pizza on the floor.
Bathrooms cleaned: 1920, or thereabouts
Area Hoovered: 672000 square feet... or just under depending on how lazy we're admitting to being.
Stairs climbed: 18000 at the very least, depending on how many things I forgot and had to go back downstairs for.
Tips left by guests: 1, you tightwad bastards
Number of people who've made Room 6 smell as disgusting as it does currently: 4, and they're all big fans of onion-based takeaway
Number of items stolen by guests: 4 - a wooden buttler from the lobby, a hairdryer and 2 teddy bears
Number of items stolen by me: Uhh... a shot glass, a pair of scissors, a lost bottle of really good smelling aftershave, a box of matches, some brand new nail clippers, 14 tealight candles, 23 packets of biscuits (the little individual portion kind before you get too carried away), about half a pound of boiled sweets, a curtain hook to fix the broken one in the dining room and vast amounts of small change people have left behind.
Number of keys I know the exact purpose of: 56, though in fairness, quite a few of them have numbers engraved and I only ever used 28 of them on a regular basis.
Number of things I am most distinctly allergic to: 2 - AmbiPur fragrancers a multi-purpose cleaner... which is a bad thing given my job, really I guess.
Number of guests worth fantasising about: 3, and had they offered I would have jeopardised my job by jumping on any of them, cause GOD they woulda' been worth it. XD
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At the end though... I'm surprisingly sad to see it's all over. And I know I was starting to hate having to be there, and I know that at times the whole thing made me so damn annoyed... but still, overwhelmingly it feels like it was a positive experience. I liked most of the people well enough and Klaus made me laugh even when he was being a grumpy sod. And it was an entire year of my life that felt surprisingly good for the most part. Knowing I could hold down a job even if it was a crap one, being able to afford all the useless junk that I wanted, proving my mum wrong by actually sticking with it as opposed to bailing out after a few weeks.
It's the same feeling I had when I finished college I guess. It was nice to know you were finshed, and after whinging and moaning all year you figured you'd be glad to see the back of it, but when all's said and done reaching the final day and leaving for good doesn't really feel as good as you hoped.
I feel a little aimless now to be honest. :/
*goes off to flick through the vacancies in the paper*
