Giovanni's Room

an important role in attracting the customers by keeping the hotel clean, attractive, comfortable and welcoming surroundings which will help in determining whether the guest is happy with the service provided to them. Apart from cleaning the guest rooms, housekeeping department is also responsible for cleaning the other areas of the hotel that are accessible to the guests especially when cleanliness and hygiene have become an important criteria for the guests to make a selection of the hotel for their

The Living Room in the back of my house has taught me to laugh at myself, to appreciate all that I have, and that while places may look different throughout time we are the ones who decide if that place holds a meaning to us despite its changes. My living room is a chapter of how my home in dry, flat, and hot Texas has affected who I am today and how I tell my story. The neighborhood I live in has this certain atmosphere, that once you turn on to our old grave like roads, you feel safe and at home

walked to my house and we get inside and I sat the dog down. When I put her down me and my friends walked to my room. The dog followed me to my room. We sat down and the dog jumped on my bed. They got off my bed and say” I’m finna seat on the bed with that ugly bird looking dog. I laughed. I took the dog to the dining room and locked the door , but first I grabbed the key to the dining room before I locked the door. I took the covers on my bed and put them in the washer. I went in my closet and got

Everlasting "Honey, I'm done packing the stuff!" My mom called from the car. She left the door swinging wide open, so it was easy for me to hear her. I threw in my clothes and just about everything I owned into my three suitcases. "What am I forgetting? I know there's something I'm missing." I muttered to myself. Crap. All my toiletries. All of them. I raced to the bathroom and grabbed the bag barely noticing it. "Coming!" I shouted, practically jumping down three, four steps at a time. "Oh, sweetie

One evening, possibly after a few glasses of wine, my fiancé Perry and I made an executive decision take his sons and mine—five total—on a vacation to Hawaii. Not unlike our turbulent-filled flight to paradise, during our five-day trip, we experienced a few bumps, close quarters, and a desperate need for earphones. Our plane landed in the afternoon, climbed down the metal stairs and grabbed the overcrowded shuttle to the rental car counter. Months before, when I was searching for the best deal on

close the car door and step onto the snow covered pavement. The dogs bark inside of my aunt’s house, and my family and I walk in. I am greeted by my aunts, uncles, and grandma on my dad’s side. My cousins, who are much older than me, sit in the living room enjoying the store bought peanuts, popcorn, and trail mix. I make my way past the crowded kitchen and settle on the stained couch. “Yeti”, the classic Christmas SYFY movie, plays on the TV. Unique ornaments cover the Christmas tree, while the dim Christmas

“Welcome all!” The loud speakers surrounding the room blurted, startling me. Seats were quickly being filled alongside the room by hundreds in attendance for Macbeth’s coronation. James, my husband, suggested we arrive early to guarantee our seating. Bright, red drapes patterned with gold rested along each wall, immediately catching my attention. A massive diamond chandelier hung above. “Ellyn, they’re starting,” my husband whispered while tapping my shoulder. The tall, wooden doors with iron ornaments

along, eating the carrots I left out for them. I dragged my body down the long hallway to my mother and father's room. I complain, “This house doesn't have enough space!” My parents look at each other with a depressed look and sigh, “ We need to find a new house.” The next morning it was a Saturday, I got dressed in so comfortable clothes and headed towards the living room. I sat on the light brown colored couch. The couch had different patterns, including the pillows. I picked up the

Summer Eddins My room Between touching the walls my dad painted, putting my hand on the trim or not having my room clean it’s always an issue in my house. My dad built our house so everything was done to his liking. And by everything, I mean everything. It’s either the color of paint he decided on or the shape of the crown molding in the bathroom. It all was decided by him. My dad built our house before I was born, every room upstairs had carpet in it, then I came along. I was allergic to carpet

I Still remember that day so well, the day when my perfect life ended, The day it was hard to breath. A couple of days ago, I was 15 and had that thought that I had the world figured out, Was most likely to be valedictorian, was the star quarterback on my school's football team, and of course had the most loving parents I could ever wish for. But that day It was a cooler day in late March. The wind was blowing softly, and the air felt dense in that airport. Lukas, my brother, was on his phone; while