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love, rosie 379shift one night. As the lap-dancing club finished downstairs, theparty continued upstairs. This gave me all the more reason toemploy more chambermaids.The place is far from being luxurious and I’m far from being thewonderful host welcoming the guests to paradise as I so desired tobe. The only way someone would find a chocolate on their pillow isif the previous guest spit it out.The only reason someone would wear the shower cap would be toprotect their head from the yellow water that runs through the pipes(though probably safe, I’m sticking to my bottled water).Last week a radio station rang up to ask if the hotel could be part ofa competition they’re running. I couldn’t think of a good enoughexcuse to say no. People had to write in and explain why theydeserved a weekend of pampering in Dublin. They would be treatedto a night at the theater, an expensive meal, a day out shopping, andtwo nights bed and breakfast at a central hotel, all expenses paid. Itwas great for the hotel as we were advertised all week on the radioand we got a good few guests as a result.The people who won had the most touching story of all, I wasnearly crying listening to their story on the radio. So I had the honeymoonsuite (completely the same as all the other rooms but I toldBeanie to put a sign on the door to make the winners feel special. Heended up stenciling it on himself and spent an hour with a blackmarker in his hand with his tongue hanging out in concentration)filled with beautiful flowers and left a complimentary bottle ofchampagne for them. I really tried my best with the room, squeezingenough money out of the budget for new bed linen, etc., but therewas only so much the meager profits could get me.Anyway when they found out they won, they were so excited theykept ringing the hotel every day before they got here asking ques-