Walking in the door, things feel different. It’s not as I left it four hours ago when I came home for lunch. The towels have been replaced in the bathroom. The bed has been made, well made better than I had made it this morning, the sheets folded with military precision, the blanket tucked in neatly. The dishes that have been sitting on the sink I’ve been done, again not many, just a coffee mug and a couple of spoons, but now they rest on top of a tea towel, drying.
For the first 18 months of coming up to Darwin for work, I stayed at this hotel. We’re always given a one bedroom apartment, meaning we have our own bathroom and kitchenette. But with the cheap room rate that has been negotiated, it also meant that the rooms would only be serviced if you stayed longer in a week.
The other small perk of the job is that you can join the hotels loyalty program. You get points for every night you stay.
There are also tiers to this loyalty program. Stay 30 nights over the year, you reach gold, and you get a drink on arrival and better rooms.
Stay more than 50 nights and you reach platinum. It appears with this you get complementary room servicing on a daily basis.
And it also seems a bit strange to me, because I don’t mind using a towel for a couple of days in a row. But it is rather nice to have somebody make your bed and do your dishes.
Oh, and the song of the day has been stuck in my head all day. I have been dancing to it. For all the great things about having your room serviced on a daily basis, there is nothing that beats a good earworm.
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