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Listen to this. This is the music that comes to mind when hotel guests think of hotels:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-eHjgg4cnjo
Note the pleasant undertones, the bouncy themes, the all-around aura of fun and enjoyment.
Now listen to this. This is the music that comes to mind when hotel workers think of hotels:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1M5pm8PK7qI
Note the menacing church bells, as though God Herself is displeased and will soon pour out Her wrath. Note how the music swells to epic crescendos, as though the torturous fight builds, collapses on itself, builds again as though it will never truly end.
Note how this song, which -- again -- describes how hotel workers view hotels, is cut and looped for almost half an hour, as though to emphasize the unceasing apocalyptic battle that is catering to every lunatic whim of a building full of self-entitled tourists.
I will be working in a hotel soon, after applying at -- no lie -- thirteen of the damn things. One hired me for four nights a week doing the night audit, but I keep having flashbacks to my years in the trenches at Motel Hell.
I keep telling myself that it's only temporary... It's only temporary. It's only temporary until the internships start. I keep having to remind myself to breathe. I keep trying to tamp the panic attacks down to an acceptable level.
Then I hear those damn church bells again in my mind...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-eHjgg4cnjo
Note the pleasant undertones, the bouncy themes, the all-around aura of fun and enjoyment.
Now listen to this. This is the music that comes to mind when hotel workers think of hotels:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1M5pm8PK7qI
Note the menacing church bells, as though God Herself is displeased and will soon pour out Her wrath. Note how the music swells to epic crescendos, as though the torturous fight builds, collapses on itself, builds again as though it will never truly end.
Note how this song, which -- again -- describes how hotel workers view hotels, is cut and looped for almost half an hour, as though to emphasize the unceasing apocalyptic battle that is catering to every lunatic whim of a building full of self-entitled tourists.
I will be working in a hotel soon, after applying at -- no lie -- thirteen of the damn things. One hired me for four nights a week doing the night audit, but I keep having flashbacks to my years in the trenches at Motel Hell.
I keep telling myself that it's only temporary... It's only temporary. It's only temporary until the internships start. I keep having to remind myself to breathe. I keep trying to tamp the panic attacks down to an acceptable level.
Then I hear those damn church bells again in my mind...
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