Saturday, January 19, 2013
Today I went and played maid at the resort. I love the serenity of working by myself and turning an icky space into a fabulous one. It reminds me of my journey.
I take steps when I enter into a room:
1. I chose to be here. I remind myself that this job pays to feed my giant children.
Just like being at Spark...you have a reason to do this work.
I forgot mine with exhaustion and personal drama. Personal demons fight back and sometimes they win the battle. The key is not to let them win the war.
Reason why I Work: "To feed giants."
Reason why I Spark: "I want to FEEL fabulous."
2. The second thing I do is assess and do damage control when I enter a room.
Were the guests partiers and leave beer soaking on the carpet? Were they considerate and respectful guests and there is nothing chaotic to control?
Work: Assess and control.
Spark: Assess and control.
ie. Doritos are outlawed here they are not good guests.
3. The third thing I do is strip.
Work: the beds
Sparking: my attitude. I strip it to those emotional triggers that are trying to take over and deal with them. Am I exhausted, lonely, joyous? What is my attitude? It determines my altitude.
4. The fourth thing I do is make the beds.
Work: I really do make epically cozy beds. Go me!
Spark: I focus on my "To-Do List" Water + Portions
Spark: as I go the day is filled with choices. I take my time and choose wisely.
Sometimes it was harder than it looked and sometimes because I've been laying groundwork from days previous my rooms are a smooth transition.
6. Make it spiffy.
Work: No nekked beds, pretty twisty towels that I make look like the puppets that stepped out of the Labyrinth movie and toiletries.
Spark: I get my diva on and enjoy the work I've put in. It's the best part.
7. Prep for next day.
Work: restock my cart.
Spark: restock me with a good night's rest.
This week sucked. I get to the 7 o'clock hour I miss my husband, I feel like a bum for being a working mom and not being home to take care of the things the way I envision them to be taken care of (which I never was able to get to when they were home anyway, so, pfft!), and I end up eating a ridiculous amount of food and doing guesstimations with my intake.
Every day is day one. Looking forward to leaving the poor choices in the past when I wake up and go to work tomorrow...gotta feed the giants.