The Time I Became “Mom” at the Shmotel: Tales of Midnight Guests and Cat Ears
If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to work at a budget motel, let me paint you a picture: it’s 2 a.m., you’re wearing cat ears, your hair is pink, and a stranger insists you’re his mother. No, this isn’t the set-up for a quirky indie film—it’s just another shift behind the front desk.
Some people say hospitality is about making guests feel at home. I’d argue it’s about surviving the “Shmotel” jungle with your sanity (and sense of humor) intact. Welcome to my world, where “unexpected” is the only constant and the line between guest and family gets weirdly blurry.