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love, rosie 377He studied my face very hard to see if I was being smart. Which bythe way I absolutely wasn’t. If my ideas seemed ridiculous to himthen the fact that I had to even raise them was even more ridiculous.I’m currently waiting on a sign for the front of the hotel to arrive.He then gave me a name tag which he insisted I wear. His reason forme having to wear this was so that if customers needed to complain,they would know whom to blame. A very positive-thinking man, asyou can see. The problem with the name tag (other than having towear it) was that he appeared to have misheard the spelling of myname over the phone.I have been walking around the entire week as “Rosie Bumme.”Something that Beanie seems to find incredibly humorous. Althoughafter he had gotten over his laughing fit he was slightly disappointed.That alone is an example of his level of maturity and the seriousnesswith which he takes his job and general running of the so-calledhotel.How it has remained open up until now is beyond me. It is one ofthose beautiful houses that in Victorian, Georgian, Edwardian times(they’re all the same to me) would have been extremely grand butthat has been left to rot away. It’s probably decaying underneath thefloorboards with whatever else is causing the smell.It was once redbricked but is now dirty brown. It has four levels andon the underground level, I have now learned, is a lap-dancing clubalso owned by Beanie. As you enter the ground level of the hotel, youare greeted by a tiny little desk made of dark mahogany wood (as is allthe wood in the building), behind it is a messy collection of formerguests’ hats, umbrellas, and coats that are currently collecting dust.The walls are wood-paneled from the floor to halfway up the wallwhich is a nice feature and the walls which were probably once arich olive green color are now a more moldy green. Small lanternlikelights adorn the walls and throw out absolutely no light at all. The