There was a time in my early hotel career that I was working in three different hotels at the same time. I was working in a Best Western in Portland, weekends in Salem, and as a midnight security guard at an old downtown Portland hotel. In between, I tried to be a father and husband in Salem.There were literally several times when I worked around the clock.
One of the funniest things that happened was when I finally got to get some sleep at my room in downtown Portland. I woke up with a start, and looked around my room. Hm, I could not really discern what time it was.
When in doubt, look are your watch, right? Well, my watch read seven . OK, now what? Seven. If memory served me correctly, there are two sevens in the day. Man, was this getting complicated. So, I looked out of my window, and down at the Portland street below. Not much action. Maybe is was seven AM? No, it was kind of dark, maybe it was seven PM?
I was getting no where fast, so I got dressed and went down to the lobby and the then to the coffee shop. Maybe I could discern there what time it was. Nope, no such luck. So, there was only one thing left to do.
So, I walked out the street. Now, I suppose that I could swallow my pride and ask someone if it was night or morning, but, well, pride just would not let me. It is a male thing, like asking for directions.
Well, on the street, I walked around and in my head, theme from the Twilight Zone was playing over and over.What was I going to do. Would I be lost forever in some type of time warp?
As I rounded the corner, my salvation came like a blinding light. There was the theater where I sometimes went. Free,, free, free at last, for there were patrons lined up at the ticket booth, and were entering the theater. My superior intelligence quickly came to the conclusion that it must be evening. After all, most folks did not go to see a movie at 7 AM, right?
With a deep sigh of relief, and feeling quite smug with my discovery, I went back to the hotel, went to the coffee shop,a and ordered dinner. All in a day's work.
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