Honestly, one of the things I avoided the most is parking somebody's car. I don't care if it was for a buddy, my sister, or even my better half; it was just unappealing to me to park another person's car. For me, it's not that different from putting on their clothes for them.
Then my manager?the call me. ?Would you like to be a valet attendant for a day?? Don't know what to react. Tired from hiding horrible issues surrounding our place, I thought I deserved a silence. Then here I was being asked to act the role of a valet attendant?inclusive with the compulsory attire. Please give me a break. I hope he had asked me to be a massage parlor attendant or even a macho dancer instead. But clearly, the job had to be motoring-connected.
Regardless of my reluctance, Mr. Valentino's sales-talk savoir-faire?exactly the kind he uses on hot chicks?won me over.
Here's a revelation: Even after conforming to do it, I felt so worried about the whole thing that I truly attempted to jiggle my way out of the job. I did it by holding the first specified pictorial session. Unethical? Maybe, but I was ready to take whatever they had to say as long I could escaped myself from this potentially difficult scenario.
I was confident that my manager would just be so depressed that he'd eventually just find another writer to deal with the job. I intended to just fade away if he didn't bring up the matter again. But with the kind of persistence that one could only occur after a lifetime of getting dropped by the ladies, my manager only rescheduled the shoot.
The PR officer was already at the reception area looking for us to come.. That day, everything behaves to be ordinary.
The organizers of the inn were fast and friendly. I realized that inn valet parking attendants should posses a very pleasant attitude. The chief officer quickly oriented me about the ABCs of being a valet attendant. It sounds easy at first, but after knowing about the possible consequences of loppiness, this work could truly throw me to jail.
