he threw up big time. he tried to reach the restroom, but he did not quite make it. he apologized endlessly when i asked him if he needed something, when i saw his call light on. i told him there was no need to apologize, i will take care of it.

i was thinking, it couldn’t be that bad. i decided i will just clean it  myself, not bother the housekeeper. i opened the door, and the smell was just too much, i almost gagged. i closed the door, and paged the housekeeper. it made me feel bad i had to pass it on to them, but i just can’t do it. the smell, and the fact that it was all over the floor, made me understand why he was so apologetic.

it took awhile for the housekeeper to come. when she eventually did, i saw she brought another housekeeper with her, and they were doubling their masks. i knew they will go home in the morning, and discuss with whoever it is they eat breakfast with, that their thanksgiving night was terribly messed up. for some incomprehensible reasons, i felt responsible. i felt like i ruined their quiet night.

i know, it is not one of those grandiose reasons for being thankful, but still. i am thankful for the housekeepers. because they made my night a lot easier. if you know any housekeeper, tell him/her i appreciate the way they made otherwise messy job, less messy.

it was a slow night at work on thanksgiving. that should be obvious, with the way i highlighted the night with what i normally consider usual. don’t get me wrong, i am not complaining. on top of everything that i am grateful for, i am grateful that this past thanksgiving was not like my thanksgiving at work last year.