I take it that you don't get to talk to guests much, then.
I am a mere cogwheel in the hotel machinery, I work Behind The Scenes...... we hear about the Guests, we talk about the Guests, all we do is for the Guests... yet we never see them. maybe it is all a myth, spun by late capitalism, to keep us there, working, ever working........ but if they are a myth, who would leave flowers in the bathroom? who would summon oceans? I, for one, want to Believe. I want to Believe that what I do is not for Naught. I want to
matter.
kidding, I pointed some guests in the direction of their rooms today.
AND maybe I get to be a receptionist when I re-blonde my hair again!