I’ve only a few minutes before I pass out from exhaustion.
It’s been stressful. Very stressful.
I can see now exactly how and why the previous hostess gave her the
boot: Complete lack of gratitude (or the expression thereof) coupled
with subtle (mostly) remarks about how hot it is upstairs, how the
picture on the TV in the guest room just isn’t that clear. Things like
that.
Trying to maintain (get and then maintain?!) a sense of my own
gratitude, grace, patience, and other qualities I am apparently lacking.
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