chambermaids 'm not by choice but by obligation. It's hard work, physically. It is a job like any other and I like the schedule. Moreover, working in a hotel is very entertaining, it's like being on a ship and is often a derelict.
Over the years I learned something and it would work, whatever, is a way of learning.
never talk about it to anyone, or my co-workers since they only work to earn the salary and work as a prison. Feel that work is a string.
My work is, for me, a liberation. And one reason for this is because I can see the God of small things.
not talk about this with my husband, the god of small things that makes my job a very special way. My husband is a computer and is very rational.
The God of small things is when I make the beds with caring for guests can have a good night and get up in a good mood. It's easy, a matter of paying attention. Attention to gestures, which are highly repetitive. When the little things God is present nothing is indifferent. This small, God is joy and attention.
care and joy to my work release.
The little things God is everywhere, in my work. In these beds do, in the order I put in the room at the synchronicity that I try to leave, when I close the door and step into another room. Synchrony, beauty, order.
My little God of things excites me, then I can work in peace and joy. The details, however insignificant they may seem, are soft and simplicity. I like the simplicity is refreshing. It is the foundation of all, I think. It is the foundation of inner peace. Simplicity
in my eyes when I order in this room with a stranger. Sometimes it is a book that lovingly caress when I remove the dust from the nightstand. Other times it's a picture that the customer has taken with him, photo of a child, a girlfriend, a husband. I am excited about these objects that speak of life. I play to the core. A statement pajamas gently straightening shoes, a teddy bear to sit next to the pillow and tells me of the innocence, keys that gently harmonizes the side of some papers. Perfumes and creams at night, sometimes medicines, lipstick, comb. Everything speaks of life, thank God the little things.
Sometimes it is the energy of a room, that makes me vibrate little God in me. Subtle energy that the customer has brought with it: yellow energy, as if a light dwell room, gray power when the customer is not right, power red, blue, intelligent energy, sometimes a little sad.
The God of small things is not as small as it seems. Is immense, as the universe. I live like a hug. We, humans, beings so insignificant compared to this Cosmos so great, compared to this big hug and beautiful.
And yet there is grandeur in this insignificance ours. There is majesty, there palaces. And all this, all this life in the most essential and intimate, vital and secret in all this is in the little god of things.
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