In this new “green” era, we’re all watching each other’s garbage, or, at least, I am. I’m developing the habit of looking into trashcans and I’m not proud of it, but last time I was in our general manager’s office, it turned out to be pretty useful indeed! I found the assistant general manager’s baby in the garbage can!
Traditionally around these hotels, new mothers are encouraged to bring their babies to work when it’s possible and Leann’s little boy is the fourth to have his first ideas of the world shaped in this hotel. A whole little makeshift nursery has been carved out of a second floor office for him and he spends his days entertaining the sales and reservations managers. Not a bad life for a new little guy. He’ll grow up with uncanny instincts for hotel management and sports statistics. Perhaps, also, the sales and reservations management team, comprised largely of males under 30 (hence the sports statistics), will come away with a healthy respect for new motherhood. Seems like everyone’s winning here, so how did that poor little baby end up in the garbage?
OK, in the interest of full disclosure, I have to admit that the general manager, the baby’s mother, and the baby himself were all laughing at the scene. Nor was there, in fact, any more traditional trash in with him. Still, I feel compelled to read into this! What would Freud say? Aren’t we supposed to see some truth in every joke? Does our dear general manager feel threatened by this infant and so, consciously or unconsciously, makes up games that highlight his inferior status? I’m keeping my eyes out, I invite you to join me!