I told you I wasn't joking about this...ewww....
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Growing up a in a large suburban home in Northern California, I wouldn't say I was "sheltered" but I was definitly not prepared for the year of working at "The INN". Though I have always had a job since I was 15, I never saw myself running a seedy motel at the age of 28. Some days are a challenge but I try to see it as another life experience. One I hope to live to talk about, but if not, here it goes...
The storm had finally let up. My heart sank as I swept the pools of water from inside the hallway and out into the adjoining parking lot. If this is part of "god's plan" for me, I must not be in on the joke. With beads of sweat running down my face, I watched in slight awe at what came floating up from the dark puddles. Crack pipes, used condoms and cigarette butts, just to name a few. I couldn't help but think of the people who belonged to these unsavory items. I see them every day. I rent them rooms to drink for days on end, fuck their whores and smoke their crack. Don't get me wrong, we do occasionally have the normal passerby who just legitimately needs to sleep or is in town to visit their aging parent at the nearby convalescent home, but for the most part, they are up to no good... These are my stories of "The Inn"
About Me
- Jane Doe
- Like the title says, I am a young white female running a seedy rundown motel in CA. I am counting down my days...but learning a lot in the process.
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