Working isn't something that I love doing, but since I'm expecting to get paid in return I decided to focus and put all my attention.
Within a few hours, my shift was over.
Today is my trail, but I still have a feeling that this is more than a trail. "Can I come to work tomorrow?" I asked the handsome Manager whom I had met yesterday.
"You can." He replied. "By the way, are you sure that you haven't worked in a hotel before?" He asked, handing over a piece of paper that contained my work schedule.
I didn't bother to think twice, before giving him a responsible reply. "I have never worked in a hotel before, and this is my first time," I explain while smiling.
I bow my head, before turning around to excuse myself.
Immediately after I stepped out of the hotel building, that was when my cruel reality started hitting me.
I have spent a lot of time at the hotel restaurant that I forgot to realize that time is fast spent.
