My first day at the Rotunda was hardly exciting, but I did keep busy. There were light bulbs to change, drips to fix, even a curtain that had gone off its track. When I wasn’t doing that, I was outside picking up trash—mostly cigarette butts tossed by the guests because there was no smoking inside the motel. I decided that ‘maintenance worker’ was a fancy term for janitor.
Unfortunately, as far as I was concerned, I didn’t have to do any repairs in the executive suites. I did however manage to get three photos of the hallway when a maid pushing her cleaning cart entered the area and opened the door of the closest room. I was tempted to ask her to let me see what an ‘executive suite’ looked like but refrained. I didn’t need her telling anyone that I was being nosy, especially if she was aw
