Hotel 63

Chapter 4: First Days and Bonfires

It was 7:15 in the morning and 100% fair to say that I was debating rolling over and going back to sleep. Forget a job, I thought. Sleep is important. Plus Mr. Moody pants works at the hotel. Then my eyes shot open because the fact that I just called someone "Mr. Moody Pants" told me that I had already spent too much time around Riley and that I needed this job. I hopped out of bed and threw on some jeans and a semi-presentable t-shirt and headed out the door.

When I arrived at the hotel I was greeted by Mr. Hunt. "Alex," He said. "Nice to see you. "

"Hi," I said. "I didn't really know what I was supposed to wear. I'm Sorry."

"It's okay," He laughed. "I'm not really a dress code kind of boss. Wear whatever the hell you want."

"Thanks," I said. I could understand why Riley liked Mr. H so much.

With that a tired looking Cameron entered the room. "Cameron here offered to help show you around and teach you what to do. You two will be working together. Basically you two are in charge of cleaning rooms, washing sheets, and restocking rooms."

"Come on," he said, motioning towards the elevator as I followed him.

"For the record, I didn't volunteer to help you. It was more like being forced."

"Good to know," I said.

He just scoffed and walked out of the elevator, leaving me standing their slightly confused.

"Well are you coming?" he asked in an irritated tone.

"You know, for someone who owns a hotel, you severely lack in the hospitality department." I stated, but he just ignored me and kept walking.

He led me to a closet at the end of the hall. "Okay. Listen up. Every floor has a closet at the end of it. It's where we keep all the extra sheets, little bottles of shampoo, toilet paper, and all that crap. Our job is to stock the rooms with all this stuff, vacuum, and change the sheets. Put the dirty sheets in this bin," he said motioning towards a large bin with wheels. "We'll take this to the basement and wash the sheets after we pick them all up."

I just nodded. "I'll start at that end, I guess."

"Good," he replied, heading to the opposite end of the hall.

I worked pretty quickly. I had finished my half of the floor while Cameron still had half a dozen rooms left, so I decided to just help finish his side. When he found me cleaning his side I could tell he was bothered that I finished before him.

"I don't need your help, you know."

"I know you don't need it, but," I continued. "I'm not getting paid to sit around. Plus, I'd like to be finished working with you as soon as possible."

"Well, at least we agree on something," he muttered.

When we finished gathering all the sheets we headed to the basement. He showed me how to use the washing machines, but honestly, he worked so fast and pressed so many buttons I had no idea what to do.

"um, Cameron," I said.

"What?"

"I need your help."

"Alex. I showed you how to do it 3 minutes ago," he said, clearly irritated with me.