Jim and I stayed in a hotel over the weekend and each time we left the room I followed my usual “tidying up for the housekeeper” protocol.
Starting in the bathroom, I toss my cosmetics into my makeup bag and scoot that into the corner. I make sure our toothbrushes and toothpaste are off to the side, and put Jim’s stuff in a pile. Then I make sure that any towels we want to continue using are hung on the hook and any towels we no longer need are in a neat pile on the floor.
I go back into the bedroom area and make sure all of our clothes are either in a drawer or in the suitcase, which I zip up. I straighten up the desk and the coffee table, and throw away any trash that is laying around.
Being the daughter of a hotel manager, I’ve been doing this for years. When we were kids, my mom always instructed my sister and me to clean up because we didn’t “want to be embarrassed”. I get that, especially when your dad’s the boss of the place. There’s another reason, though: to make the housekeeper’s job easier. I believe that it’s just nicer in general. Why make it more difficult for someone to do their job when it only takes five minutes of effort on your part to prevent that from happening? (In the case of hotel housekeepers, they have lots and lots of rooms to clean in a very limited timeframe. Every minute counts!)
Expanding on that as I sigh heavily…I also do my quick pre-clean for the hotel housekeeper because I’ve heard all kinds of horror stories over the years from my dad on messes that these women (and sometimes men) have had to clean up. *Shudder*
You don’t want to know. Also, people are gross.
Another lesson learned partly as a result of spending so much time in hotels as a kid is to always make sure the door is shut tightly behind me when I leave. My friends who walk out of a hotel room with me during the BlogHer conference get this reminder at least once each year, because somebody always walks out last and just lets the door shut on its own, resulting in my making a scene by making a face at them and dramatically going to pull on the handle myself. It’s very funny. Well, to me.
I would have learned to clean up after myself and pull a door closed properly even if my dad didn’t manage hotels, but I think that those things were ingrained at such a young age that I credit my dad’s career for it.
That brings me to a question: what lesson(s) did YOU learn earlier or faster as a result of what your mom or dad did for a living? Leave it in comments or, if you’re participating in NaBloPoMo, how about blogging your response? (Great idea, right?)(Right.)
This is Day 4 of NaBloPoMo and I’m getting into the groove. What about you? I’m happy to announce that the post I wrote last week about how to survive during NaBloPoMo is being syndicated at BlogHer today! Go check it out: it looks pretty over there! (Click here!)