For some reason or other, whenever I go into work when I'm not working, I somehow end up doing something work-related. I answer the phone, or I end up covering the desk while someone goes to the bathroom, or something like that. With an eye toward that possibility, I ditched my usual jeans/tank top shopping attire for a nice print blouse and a pair of black slacks. I also picked up a new hairpiece (strawberry blonde) last month, and this was my first outing with it.
I got to the hotel just in time for lunch. Everyone was happy to see me. A couple of the newer housekeepers hadn't seen me dressed up before, but they weren't too disturbed. I was a little more concerned when two of our upper management people showed up, but they hardly batted an eye. The Vice President of our company told me I could dress however I wished as long as I continue to do the good work that I'm known for.
Everyone there has a camera or a camera-phone, and they all wanted my picture, or to pose with them. I felt a little like a model, doing all that posing (it's harder than it looks).
Anyway, after lunch I followed Sherry back into the office to chat. Our company is getting audited, so there was a little bit of a mad rush to locate some paperwork. I happened to know where some of it is stored, so the two of us went up to the third floor to find it.
After we came back down, the girl who was supposed to work the evening shift called, saying that something had come up, and she was going to be an hour or so late. Sherry turned to me and asked if I wanted some overtime. I asked her if she wanted me to go home and change. She asked how long that would take. I told her that with traffic and all, it would probably take me close to an hour. She told me not to worry, and asked me to clock in.
So that's how I ended up working en femme. Friday was unusually slow for us, but I took a few reservations, and checked some folks in. No one said "Boo!" or anything else about how I was dressed. About twenty minutes in, Lynn brought me a nametag marked "jaye" (for some reason, all our tags are printed in lower case). I thanked her, and told her I might need it more in the future.
A little after four, "my" relief showed up. I hung out a few minutes longer, then drove over to the mall. I hadn't been to bed since the night before, so I didn't shop long. I picked up a discounted Kathy van Zeeland purse at Dillard's. It was one like this, except in black:
http://a1472.g.akamaitech.net/f/1472/12 ... 49&wid=249
Seriously, though, that's a neat little episode and any CD could only wish that such a thing could come to pass in his own life. I know I could.
