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I shut my eyes tightly as I grumbled, why can't I sleep some more after all I am not going to work today because I got fired yesterday from my job so why was this stupid alarm ringing. I hugged my pillow tightly shutting my eyes tightly but one word couldn't stop ringing alongside with the annoying alarm clock. "Don't be late" where did I hear this statement? Oh shit! I instantly sprang up from my bed remembering that incident was two weeks ago and I have a new job. I look at the clock and the time read 7:35 am. I am so screwed up, I got up and rush to my bathroom, I have less than twenty minutes to brush,bathe and get dressed is that even possible. There was no way I was going to make it to work at exactly 8:00 am, but it's better I go late than staying at home.
"Daisy is never up early" Allison said as soon as she saw me descending down the stairs, I rolled my eyes at her comment. "What a way greet someone Ally" I said walking towards the dining area . "Did you cook?" I asked Carly who looked like she just finished a meal. "Yup but I didn't make food for you" she said picking up her handbag, "come on" I said exasperatingly, I guess I will have to go to work on an empty stomach. "See you guys later" Carly said as she walked out of the house, "wait up" I called running after her. "Later girls" I said without looking at them.
Carly offered me a lift to work since she passes by new place of work before getting to the company where she works.
I ran into the hotel heading for the cleaner's locker room to change. I looked at my watch and breathed a sigh of relief exactly eight on the dot, I wasn't going to get fired thanks to Carly. "Miss Daisy" I heard my name, I turned to see who called me and my eyes met with the most strict eyes ever. It was a lady who seems to be in her mid forties if not late, her brown hair was held in a French bun and she was wearing a customised uniform with her name tag and the title of chief underneath it. Okay so this lady here is Madam Felicia and she is probably the chief of the cleaners
"Were you listening at all?" She asked her eyes sparking fire, "yes, I was" I said, I wasn't actually listening, "so what did I say last?" She asked me sternly, "were you listening at all" I replied thoughtlessly, that was what I heard last, my statement was followed by an angry scowl from Madam Felicia and a loud laughter from colleagues.
"You are just something else" she said rubbing her forehead, "am starting from the top so pay attention" she added. "I am Madam Felicia, the head of the cleaning department, I am responsible for assigning duties and granting you permission to leave your post of work. I also have the right to lay a compliant and request for you to be fired for misconduct and laisser faire attitude" she started, "You must know there is division of labour here and everything are done according to schedule and time so no lateness will be in anyway tolerated" she said eyeing me. "I will hand you your schedule and can take it up from there but first, you will have to clean my office let me know how competent you are " she said focusing her gaze on me.
I followed Madam Felicia to her office and was amazed by its size and beauty, I doubt if this was actually the office of the head of the cleaning department or the office of a CEO. It was painted with blue and white paint a mahogany table and chair at the centre, a fridge, cabinet and shelves were documents were neatly arranged in strategic places.
She even have a chiase lounge and couch in the office and a bathroom of course. I wish this was my office and I was Madam Felicia, if wishes were horses.
"Get to work, I specifically ordered for my office not to be cleaned cause of you" she said. "I will be back in twenty minutes to inspect, make sure you arrange everything that is out of place" she said before leaving.
Madam Felicia was pleased with my work when she saw it. "Hmm, you did a good job" she said walking over to her chair. "I am actually impressed because I actually thought you would not be able to do it" she said. She typed something on her computer and printed it out handling it to me. "These are the rooms you will be cleaning for today, come back later to take your schedule" she said. I collected the paper and saw the list. Today is going to be a long and tiring day.
I went back to our locker room and changed into a my uniform, a black shirt over a black trouser, I picked my chart book, pen and cleaning cart that contained my cleaning equipments.
Working in an hotel is the biggest mistake of my life, some people are animals and disgusting. I almost puke at some point seeing how messed up and dirty the bathroom or toilet is. Thank God this was this last room I was going to clean for today. I was rolling my cart of the room I just finished from when my phone rang. I wonder who is calling me, I dipped my hand into my left side pocket and retrieved my phone. Allison? That's strange.
"Hello girl what's up?" I asked as soon as I answered the call, "I have the best news ever" she said squealing excitedly. "Spill" I said impatiently, I have a job to finish and there was no stopping Allison once she is talk or happy mood. "Guess?" She asked, now this is where the problem is with Allison she likes giving you a brainstorm before spilling the beans and when she finally does its just trash that she ends up saying well not all the time though. The second problem is unlike Carly and Tracy, am a bad guesser.
"Ally you know am a bad guesser" I grumbled, "come on don't spoil the fun" she said, "okay, you won a lottery" I said, "no guess again" she replied, "hmmm, Brett proposed to you" I said again, "well I was hoping that would happen but that's not it guess again" she replied. "Just tell me, I've got work to do" I said.
"Bryan Weston is in Brittsburgh city, I can't believe it" she said squealing excitedly, see what I said earlier, "yaay!" I sarcastically, "you don't have to be sarcastic about it okay" she said, "So who is this Bryan Weston? " I asked, "Seriously D" Allison breathed, "You know I don't know who you are talking about" I said rolling the cart with my left hand and my phone in my right hand, the room I was cleaning last was still some rooms away. "Come on D, this is the twenty first century not stone age, everyone knows Bryan Weston" she said. "Well everyone except me obviously" I said. "Fine, he is a musical pop star sensation with lots of music albums and track record" she said. "So in summary, he is a singer" I said, "yes and he is performing a live concert here in Brittsburgh" she said. "Okay, so that's why you are excited " I asked in a sort of bored out tone. "Come on D, other than the fact that he is hot he is also a good singer, I mean listen to Let me in" she said. "Let me in" is Allison's favourite song which she plays nonstop in the early hours of the morning or during weekends when doing her chores. "Oh that annoying lovesong " I said, "you and I know you it's not annoying, it's probably because you are single that's why" she said, "whatever, let me in or Bryan Weston are not re..." my statement died in my mouth when I bumped into something hard, was it a wall or a human, my phone fell from hand to the ground. I bent down to pick up and switch on but it wasn't working, now my phone is ruined, thank you so much Allison. I tried switching it on again but it didn't bulge and I noticed the screen was cracked, I removed the battery and place it back before switching it on and it picked only that the phone was no blinded with the ink. Repairing this is going to cost me a lot.
"Are you going to just squat there and look at your already dead phone or you are going to apologize for bumping into me" a male voice questioned. I got up and my breath hitched when I saw the figure I had bumped into. How can someone be this perfect and handsome? Tall, well built with the abs and muscle of boxer, his eyes the most beauty shade of green and his hair, "don't you have something to say to me?" He asked rudely, did he just speak to me rudely? he can be handsome and all but no disrespects me. "Excuse me were you expecting an apology?" I asked with the same tone he used on me, "I beg your pardon, you clearly bumped into me because you were too focused on conversation rather than where you were going, the least you could do is apologize " he said angrily trying his best not to yell at me. "Since you were so focused on your road why didn't you avoid the incoming collision " I fired back, " do you know I can make you loose your job?" He asked threateningly, I let out a sardonic laugh before replying, "oh really, I didn't know, forgive me your majesty" I said sarcastically. "You are too rude for a cleaner" he spat angrily, "and you are too..." My brain choose to betray me because I couldn't find a perfect comeback for him. "You know what fuck off" I said finally brushing past him but he held my hand instead, "apologize" he warned, "let me go" I demanded, "no" he said. I sighed before saying the words. "Am sorry your highness, now let me go" his grip on my hand loosen. "Not sincere but I'll take it" he said before walking off. I rolled my eyes and continue with my duty.