I call the hotel’s housekeeping to freshen up the room and change the bedsheets and towels. Despite being around half past six in the evening, the hotel is kind enough to accommodate my request.
As I get clothed, I hear a knock on my door.
I open the door.
A young woman, aged between 20 and 24, whose youthful appearance and charming face have been damaged by poorly applied, heavy cosmetics.
She is a housekeeper holding a spray bottle in her left hand.
She shows me her angry face for the job she accepted.
I assume she doesn’t want to make one room twice a day.
Besides, quarter to seven in the evening is already late for her.
However, this issue lies with the hotel’s HR management.
I let the housekeeper return in two minutes after I got out.
I look at her face once again.
It isn’t enjoyable.
