Machael

"And last but not least, for those like us-" Then for a dramatic last reveal, I gestured at myself, Mallory and Micah. "We prepared a room devoid of light. With layered curtains that can fully block light."

So while you wait for the event to end, why not have some small talk? So you ask to the room, "What's your favourite moment in the hotel?"

Once the guest was escorted away, the hallway suddenly fell still again. “Are we gonna open it?” I asked. “In the morning,” Machael said. “With housekeeping, in the daylight.” “So we’re just letting it finish?” “I find it rude to interrupt.”

I walked slowly, trying to keep myself together. I couldn't risk passing out in the hallway; if a guest found me first, it would cause a scene, and I can’t let that happen. I kept pushing until I finally reached the locker room. The moment I stepped inside, everything went black.

Tomorrow will probably bring new problems. Maybe new egg-related challenges. Maybe something will burn. Maybe something will fall. But I think I’m starting to understand that mistakes aren’t disasters, they’re instructions in disguise. Still hoping nothing catches fire though.

People who haven’t had coffee yet… are emotionally unstable.