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love, rosie 173from:to:subject:RosieStephanieRe: Job promotion!Thanks Steph, sorry, thought Mum gave you all the info. Yes I am excited!The job title is “Hotel Host” and before you get overexcited like our belovedparents did, it’s not the manager’s job! I will be the primary source of informationfor guests to ensure maximum client satisfaction! (Or so they tell me ...)It was the surprise of all surprises! I literally had to drag my body intothe long conference room, where I had my first interview years ago, with myhead hanging and my body slumped, feeling like jelly. My body languagewas all wrong, my palms were sweaty, my knees were knocking, and I justkept having visions of Randy Andy and me working together until webecame old-age pensioners. I really had convinced myself that they weregoing to ask me to quietly and calmly return to my desk, gather my belongings,leave the premises, and never return. I don’t know why, but I just hadone of those feelings.Bill and Bob were so generous to me. They pumped me full of confidenceas they went through what the job would entail. They said that they weredelighted with my performance within the hotel over the past few years (and Ireally hope they weren’t referring to the time when I lay across the piano andsang Barbra Streisand songs after all the residents had gone to bed. Well youcan’t blame a girl for trying to live out a fantasy when she can, but the opportunityjust seemed to present itself . . . ). There they were telling me I had anabundance of charm and confidence when deep down I was just waiting forthe moment they would break into a smile, look at me as though I was a foolfor believing them before telling me the promotion was all a joke. One bigfunny ha ha practical joke. I kept looking around for the hidden camera.But there wasn’t one, unless you count the security camera in the cornerof the room and then the joke really is on me. So it seems that I will be movingto a new hotel that’s going to be built (hence all the secret meetings withmen and women in dark suits, leather briefcases, gelled hair, and no smilesmasquerading through the hotel lobby, there was some sort of bizarreMatrix-y thing going on). But if they are serious, then my job is to be solely