I got my first real job - meaning one where I actually reported my income to the IRS - when I was 15. I was a hostess and busgirl in a hotel restaurant.
I won't say I loved the job, but it wasn't bad. It provided the much handy and economically stimulating disposable teen income, and my co-workers and I somehow found ways to make the art of cleaning up after other people's meals fun.
Since we worked in a hotel, we were responsible for other duties that sometimes took us out of the restaurant. These included things like delivering and setting up rollaway beds and cribs, delivering room service, etc. These usually provided us with a nice change of scenery, a break from the dirty tables.
I recall some interesting room service customers. The first time I delivered them lunch, the room was very dark, even though it was the middle of the day. A man answered the door, wearing only a small towel around his waist. There was a non-sleeping woman in the bed.
The man's small towel revealed that he was very happy to see his lunch.
Scenes like that weren't all that uncommon in a hotel. My 16-year-old virgin self was able to deduce the goings on behind the closed doors. At least I was helping to provide them with energy-giving calories. Plus, they were usually happy customers, which often meant a nice tip.
But this particular couple continued to stay in our hotel for just under a week and continued to order room service, usually 2 or 3 times a day. Each time, we buskids were met at the door by the towel-wearing man with the reposing woman in the dark room.
Naturally, whenever the call came down from the sex room, we would giggle and run to see whose turn it was to do a room service delivery. We kept it a secret among just us busgirls and boys because we were mildly afraid that if we told any of the adults we worked with, they might find a reason to cut us off from the sex room business.
I have no idea who that couple was. None of us ever saw them anywhere else in the hotel other than the darkened room. Were they married? Was it an extramarital fling for one or both? Where were they from? Why our small-town hotel? I do know that they went through a lot of fish 'n' chips, however.
Happy Labor Day. What was your first job? Got any stories??