I defrost and deep fry, insert commas in people's writings, send letters saying "pay us or else" and I try to remember to turn the sauna on in time.
I mix three languages and improvise to balance the till. I tell an old lady that she can't see the sea from here. If I forget to give a receipt for the beer bottle I sell, the place might lose its licence.
The janitor is worried that I will leave too many lights on when I lock up for the night but he is not worried at all that one of the gangsters will steal money from the wide-open safe in the wide-open office.
I don't understand any of this either. It's a hotel. All the explanation you need.
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Yeah, way to go, PP. Let the janitor.
"All the world's a hotel, and we're all paying for a hotel-room with our lives. Literally..."
*hem*
"A beer if you please miss. Could you make it on the house?"
Heh. Quite a nasty work schedule...
It's a wonder you haven't thrown anything at anyone.. I know I would've...
*The Prince grumbles about humanity...*
Ah, well. {I use this too many times, don't I?} Let's have Finnish Vodka...some day, I'll taste that.
A hotel is quite a good metaphor for life itself, I always thought. All those doors.
Haven't thrown anything at anyone yet but the day is approaching...
Eh... beer on the house is a terrible violation of the janitor's rules (he also happens to be the boss). I couldn't do that to the poor worrying soul. On the other hand... if you come all the way to Finland, we'll all have a beer on the house and then I'll run away with you to India. Sorry, Prince, our hotel is a respectably cheap and tawdry place. We don't do fine liquors such as Finlandia Vodka.
Ow... that is quite bad...
Ah, well. Never gets better than when it's cheaper! {Alright... that was tawdry...}
And, I am waiting for the day you'll run to India...
Hehe.
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