<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2025 00:53:26 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>accommodation</category><category>Flu</category><category>General Manager</category><category>Lech Walesa</category><category>Polish</category><category>Robin Hood</category><category>Uma Thurman</category><category>art</category><category>disgustingly dirty</category><category>drunken behaviour.</category><category>journalists food ingratitude badges</category><category>lazy</category><category>nudes</category><category>party</category><category>perfume</category><category>pictures</category><category>piss</category><category>shits</category><category>staff</category><category>vainity</category><category>wedding</category><category>wet beds</category><title>Feather or Foam?</title><description>Hotel Management...Why Do I Do This?</description><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795.post-2045827275812891913</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 12:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-10-26T13:39:13.414+00:00</atom:updated><title>So Many Changes, So Little Bandwidth..!</title><atom:summary type="text">Yep, getting on for a year. I could never be accused of being prolific. Blogs come, and thankfully, go. Just lately I have started to examine the benefits of blogging, and I reached the conclusion that they are an invaluable, unique way of recording the mundane, self absorbed trite, and the bullshit that rules our lives.The main attractions, the star turns, might scream at us from the front pages</atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-many-changes-so-little-bandwidth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1TFaThBIb6_hWAq2X2E0OqnGPRoc1UN-qLbxMVc_homDeercd109k29lWVCLr0aUeAylMpaEwjP_YHGjyM3idJ4W3eHAoam4wxKvLdR-c7YcxgNEiEH5QxY7q0nQbKKRmKx9pD_Q0u936-dWtlw_1vg_g9g1HfN8Wh8oyt3rX6C9n7meBHZMCOTtsSO0/s72-c/clock.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795.post-4531255913889697890</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Feb 2009 17:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-10-26T13:58:33.015+00:00</atom:updated><title>Bugger The Recession</title><atom:summary type="text">In these cash strapped times, we are all very aware here that no one is safe from the dole queue, we are a luxurious Resort, our guests come to stay and play with their &#39;spare&#39; money, of which there is now precious little, but we are doing our best to carry on and do our jobs, pay our taxes and in turn compensate for the overblown fat cats that run this country, with their *ahem* unique </atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2009/02/bugger-recession.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFD9FxzFhOWG2y4enVOItj3ACm4i9PhuYh1eiwtxKi5QUJqHcSoLD67Z4HsXuWPMT3x9FkDHsXaloantwDs91xwUIjhjGC8Vq02CXCAXT1bZMxG_nhoAJONOqzMzLA4ihoEBLQrqUGGzaXDZy_CV9i57r2vRlZAbLRffhhtgjeBqoLYwL392AayVi5bGE/s72-c/Euro_banknotes,_Europa_series.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795.post-1214959046846700922</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2009 12:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-10-26T13:44:59.914+00:00</atom:updated><title>Snip Snip, There Goes The Gold Card.</title><atom:summary type="text">Re-deploy my arse! Due to the fact that Mr. Cowan got his degree in a lucky bag, can&#39;t add up and probably &#39;mislaid&#39; the tax returns from one or two Independent TDs, we are now in a situation whereby I have to let some of my best workers go. I have to tell one of my cleaners today that she is now redundant, with a weeks notice. She has just got married, moved to a new house and her husband is on </atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2009/01/snip-snip-there-goes-gold-card.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8uVpdzGVB3HnzbtwrW1OAFHK0645UEFbx1ahbld5caiz0Sxfi7Vy_uVoB3c7P2CMlHmfRIqa70tOmRRQmDrMtyEM0BA8A41Ub14FSwv8KENjL6WpCs-1F4oQZQDCAYPkHWvPAY3GcF48/s72-c/chopped+card+003.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795.post-6091124810733956062</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2008 10:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-26T10:51:54.374+00:00</atom:updated><title>Suffer The Little Children.</title><atom:summary type="text">K8 has posted a most eloquent plea on behalf of St. Catherines School in Wicklow.Click on the title to take you to it, please read it.I would like to urge anyone who sees this, to make a donation, however small, or buy the beautiful Christmas cards produced by the school. It is outrageous that centres such as St. Catherines are allowed to get into this situation, they are an essential part of our</atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2008/10/suffer-little-children.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795.post-1226273603363100205</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 11:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-10-26T14:30:37.573+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lech Walesa</category><title>The Tears Of Walesa.</title><atom:summary type="text">There&#39;s a helicopter circling above my head, probably just bringing the &#39;one who shall be obeyed&#39; for his lunch, or a new sommelier being shipped in from France, or it might be a food parcel for one of our American VIP guests, because they &#39;just can&#39;t get good coffee in Ireland&#39;. Imagination, your friend, and sucker of time better spent. We have become a family department. My supervisor, a lovely</atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2008/09/tears-of-walesa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie64bkvWexOlPtb59zZ8xHS-Fy4HBWHyukoWAmFgJMNKCEQvaDXrXH911LXsJD-mK5_Bfc6inyy5jGMOKcQu8CqDR_oJYDraVgTp7BLtZO0Jox2xYe3oNjrDRQZla-zWdYsdVJ_7p2RLUT5MsAjl20gkhL719Eid_YdnWnRrh2R9CTEld92gMaTSxYgOE/s72-c/tearsoflechwalsca010.webp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795.post-6559947413878014044</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 23:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-10-26T14:36:50.930+00:00</atom:updated><title>The Life We Choose.</title><atom:summary type="text">The familiar beep of a text message, as I threw my coffee down my throat, and looked for my car keys, I read that one of my housekeepers would &#39;not be coming to work today&#39;, as &#39;things are a bit awkward at home right now&#39;.I was, I admit a bit pissed off, I don&#39;t like letting co-workers down, and I hate being let down myself, so I answered with a sarcastic &#39;will you be in tomorrow?&#39; type reply, </atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-we-choose.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgofJheAS0-ekAIsHk3N-QGcCLnE1tfB4WUIIJvnTkdayAki5FhNojIW4zh64W2xEhQNgYSmNkLOeMIVA2ZqkE_G9Vt1UsKWARRfIJrzVYh1NqiwYOk_51GTtG0YC5rpWR2tFT6It_ApWgUdKbC6dlngSLeLKdXsp7ICtJFxR6xz1okNwoBE9ehqnseIUI/s72-c/domestic%20abuse.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795.post-6887272610800782154</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 13:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-10-26T14:13:23.219+00:00</atom:updated><title>&#39;Another Satisfied Customer&#39;</title><atom:summary type="text">Hmm, long time no blog...There is never a dull moment in my job, but a combination of my appalling memory, appalling Internet connection, trying to stay sort of anonymous, and age catching up with me means that I don&#39;t keep up with the rest of the prolific bloggers who keep telling me off for not writing!I&#39;m making no promise about how I will sit and write every night before I fall asleep, </atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-satisfied-customer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEcHP8V2HuVdamNagzKjGwLRDUHKjFdsFSpuvJz_MuMDJCgsg32FNsA74GLr3rlPJXdCOSQMzBCU_1U196cvShAmanETZNcK78DMWTmmPdWIpzXfohZQTTyM6Z5DtQ0lGNrQAt1mtSi38DpFONT5IFl6yN6-cbhdVUOBSd6-AA7RH4Z-fwjdP0UE-ZPYw/s72-c/frustration-anger-playful-comical-way-ideal-social-media-posts-dynamic-designs-any-project-needs-humorous-370335411.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795.post-6963768857597917779</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 12:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-10-26T14:43:05.432+00:00</atom:updated><title>Leave Your Problems At The Door.</title><atom:summary type="text">Sometimes when I come to work, I wonder why some people bother to get up in the morning. Have they made it their mission to be an arse to all and sundry or did the day just pan out that way?This morning was a prime example of how some people should take two Mogadon and go straight back to bed.&quot;Good Morning....&quot; it costs nothing, you don&#39;t even have to mean it, but it makes everyone you say it to </atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2008/05/leave-your-problems-at-door.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLAO2MxIBBLwCacLzKA9qq5ygBiFg6oi0_ykJo8qu1CCiGxg5nFjf5eFm73HkQ_ehgBe90wx9G-MfTmqNpvXGQr3-u342JOG3YQa0pzRN910566ITqr75MY64BRgj42YME43czosQAhYo3HF9XPO8jay5NcwKTEKsJ4_06mNXONQD2H_TfMRTdrbbaYlk/s72-c/Hotel-Entrance-Doors.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795.post-6507216591698692801</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 16:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-10-26T15:02:08.734+00:00</atom:updated><title>The Hotel Inspector...&#39;no such thing as a free lunch!&#39;</title><atom:summary type="text">We&#39;ve been inspected...again. We have a lovely little certificate up on the wall to say that we are worthy of the all the attention, that we are fabulous, that we provide one of the best &#39;experiences&#39; in Ireland, that we have beds to die for and when you see the bill you probably will, die, that is.I have no problem with inspectors, as such, they do a great job telling us all what we&#39;re doing </atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2008/04/hotel-inspectorsno-such-thing-as-free.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1_7rV7Il7C43hSweIowUbbgy0vhjlQZ78OkpfusHTrtZVI6ZKtZm5Yf2GebU849ba6aKGnBpZHUwtrL-EFLLd7eT8exgiu2DJN3ca9s0FQGQhKc8PfKeEMewj7Pi2cvUAZmGI3Ymd0qYlgmd99n61AVKpa-rZq4jx47MY9ndYvwOy8Vo03bg5jLISOMI/s72-c/360_F_124714542_eDzwnEJEYQvuj7zIQ22SNK0XVVK1RtKv.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795.post-7771171501950779732</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 17:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-10-26T15:29:53.144+00:00</atom:updated><title>Personal Post...not a guest in sight.</title><atom:summary type="text">There is a line in a Counting Crows song that goes;               &quot;We only stay in orbit for a moment of time....&quot;It has other connotations, about unrequited love, but whenever I hear it, it always makes me realise how short our time is, and that unless we have done something quite remarkable in our lives, and made a difference, that life will go on, just as before, only our nearest and dearest </atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2008/04/personal-postnot-guest-in-sight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" 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thankfully.My Industry is an ever changing one, it is at the mercy of </atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2008/03/sweet-indispensable-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6a3qzMQs5wH76DWRhEoN2AZxbhd678oAXUkXcRXM4D-ZvlAcPwDbLRIZedJcEsLxtIDoCi9SkVVeTBCz3nuOIE09X7hqV3K2R6p3DkLAgSFGIKrOtnfXRZbR5p5otGDxJ8QDoTwvB2S1goc89Y1HIKtGLk83YKwP3ajsOeJYHPhgC00GZMRyppkE6OoQ/s72-c/AdobeStock_459320990-scaled.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795.post-4399170938403779830</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2008 14:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-10-26T15:13:50.648+00:00</atom:updated><title>&quot;Gimmee Gimmee Gimmee&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;Why can&#39;t I have a discount&quot;?(Because you&#39;re a flatulent greedy bitch that&#39;s why)&quot;Because Company policy does not allow extra discounts on top of special rates for tour operators&quot;&quot;But the special rates are only for the room, not the facilities&quot;(You already get nearly 50% off, how fucking greedy can you get?)&quot;Sorry, I really cannot change Company policy&quot;(Actually I can, but you have really put my</atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2008/02/gimmee-gimmee-gimmee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMD3WNiV-IggPV4D4wY71_4jtLvDq9qVhs9bbwuhLDcPTPHjcy_m8-P06dnDQ9E9ocJFNRP6MvA4WwiQXyZYcB4Nfi2YZDh-wot12bYaehdzqF7nd81oj2dJyovzNFt7QFYwACuhyphenhyphenZfCwHZJxVdyct-NXy1_TCr-Z1dJcoICCzSy__sx65exx8ICApDSs/s72-c/cartoon-rich-people-image-a-funny-woman-vector-31359158.webp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>19</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795.post-73845813887269130</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 15:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-10-26T15:26:03.380+00:00</atom:updated><title>The Devil&#39;s In The Detail..</title><atom:summary type="text">Always read the small print!!What sort of person expects to take their big hairy dog to a five star Resort and get away with it?The sort of person that knows how to work the system, knows which buttons to press, the sort that can sniff out a stressed out, inadequately trained Duty Manager, and work her until she will agree to anything...!Thursday..my day off, (whooppee do)..then comes Friday, </atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2008/02/devils-in-detail.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" 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accommodation, (I fucking hate it) especially on a long term basis. In a previous Hotel, where I was Accommodation Manager, the room attendants would stand in the doorway of our &#39;live-in&#39; chefs&#39; room and say &#39;where do we start?&#39; It was a typical, &#39;lad away from home&#39; scenario, </atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2008/01/pigs-in-shit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEzz63HSo1vQXGEKEf5H4pDNP8Hp6T0QFYWtvG8_BWS8HKlpTLCr_L5jnTPIOxYT75WS16KlTlMVmOdnfInF-_u1TdklxGmIQA24vMtMYHgJjr7ZLAOfCZ3mCIT2NStMcFCxkVt_tfM1WgvkhKGen-Y-7UZRy6XmVd-20Gfb2g4Fil1-5ha5bBG08ANGg/s72-c/piggy.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795.post-8944298310492873267</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Jan 2008 15:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-10-30T15:22:49.604+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">journalists food ingratitude badges</category><title>Very Very Very Ingracious Punters</title><atom:summary type="text">Today we have some VIP guests.An Taoiseach?No that was yesterday.Nelson Mandela?&amp;nbsp;One day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;No, we have, lets see, journalists, sales managers&#39; brother and his lover, someone from the property pages of the local rag, who else, oh yeah, the manager of a local firm who &#39;may&#39; or &#39;may not&#39; want to have a training course here in the summer but he can&#39;t decide yet so we are to butter him </atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2008/01/hmm-i-thought-my-pizza-tasted-funny.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmKcGYKKjgKiUmvjFflcEs-N4lCmVf4AkSHXh_jwmFXVKQgly2tWTYUij_og1zZbrufcEY89_Yd13fQ_vMjmW1UXvfEdwucHceWIklINVy9lu9PZf2tK5law5sLxe0fekoTl701m-OEc40oooJN7TlCbuPRAdn6xrh2fRQb2bF37cwCM0t90eCKZtD1C4/s72-w313-h236-c/217501.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795.post-440074279481695728</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2008 22:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-10-27T16:42:39.753+00:00</atom:updated><title>Out Of The Mouths Of Babes...</title><atom:summary type="text">My son, 7, is a dote, a beautiful child, (stop sticking your fingers down yer throat)!Ok, I&#39;m biased, but he is, his teachers have always complimented me on his good manners, the fact that he loves school, and always works hard. The friends he chooses are nearly always a mirror image of himself, like attracting like.So why is he such a little devil at home?? He&#39;s highly intelligent, but also </atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2008/01/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKNKuy9EqUZl2CgKud4i185Rxx8ifdLDVhVXzebnn-FjG4MvoypPeEU-zgqq2dxeM4WK1YfVUWl7UZ1HN1DdJ_VFkscNnvIGlEY5UaIHxP7S3wsOyRruWfnPVe8APrapo8ufQNWyCmi7Ji5IErmyYbSIwi_KCv9hfYfS8R_eUbHyoDSSi4w6gRtHchPdw/s72-c/lovely-little-angel-kid-halo-cute-cartoon-boy-illustration-design-102506509.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795.post-3347664381479872331</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2008 12:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-10-30T15:19:26.428+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">art</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nudes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pictures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vainity</category><title>&quot;Vanity, Vanity,  All Is Vanity&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">They say you see your age in others.I meet old school friends occasionally, and think they look old, not imagining for a minute that they are thinking the same about me!I don&#39;t consider myself to be vain, but I suppose we&#39;re all guilty of a little vanity from time to time. This morning though, something happened which prodded me out of my non-blogging habit!I got a call to my office requesting </atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2008/01/vanity-vanity-all-is-vanity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFB7NjrkNEEnjDUWyiyykYrXfxijfh4sT_9_HinsF0CIWjs0jNZcr0PRA99u3tY1JHYmyPNtiUJ9gq0A2Hw6gKgJcGekUayeeYjFvKdXPmBj5OeqOk93p6UqJ4D_-ebToyofAU5p2FdSoGNK3xJMgKzzksJTd9tqZg3FZa5ux5yi9qR_UJu80Yq8VBtCI/s72-w320-h240-c/20200628_1605459233688_master.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795.post-8676666536660224281</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2007 22:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-10-30T15:34:10.491+00:00</atom:updated><title>Too Tired To Think Of A Title</title><atom:summary type="text">Well, I am now, officially &#39;off duty&#39;. I will not answer the phone, they do not need me for at least two whole days!I had a lovely Christmas in the bosom of my family, I hope everyone else did too.But now, I just want to relax for a couple of days, and stop being amazed at the stupidity of some people.Stupid cat woman blocked her sink with cat litter...hello?Stupid pregnant woman blocked her sink</atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-after-weekend-of-hell-i-am-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggYKEXdE5Ia5zJj4ONC_UfNYcBH-9WBOpo-P7oGd_fyc6zzPAa3pVizv-oabEU_uCntFkMArJNIEGO5M4EWbCzsrjR4M9Zr5yvYuZfG-Tr0r_Va2Ss499RsWdS-iC-2oUfo-q6EwW8RTfXF2fwAE5tsKbjJF7rwtX_8wCHG0vuqMbO8iQ3SeaqhCu9puE/s72-w320-h320-c/3333.png_860.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795.post-1426282590947974962</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Dec 2007 21:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-10-30T17:09:33.419+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">accommodation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">piss</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wedding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wet beds</category><title>Tidal Wave.</title><atom:summary type="text">A beautiful day, blue skies, sunshine, perfect day for a wedding.&amp;nbsp;Bride in white, bridesmaids in black, well, each to their own...snotty page boys with Gameboys in their pockets, a surprise to come when the little flower girl has no petals left in her basket for the aisle as she&#39;s already stuffed them down the toilet in the Clubhouse.The mother of the bride was extremely happy, thanks to a </atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-was-reading-blog-other-day-by-nice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI435_66-NRkUmv-l6Qmi9j6xFyQ3U6mFP5aL8iplUVPjE7wZTxWT-M_6Y33Dh80aLe29kdLy9jrasHsCjexI9Xj9dG_PEVZCMpkG0U6KHlRM5ohLGoriCEA2IT2_jLi4iOuBrzVlgXd1iQv5i_xDr9LIh9UFCqbJTeq_DplbgNo54mA_ZYjsKZKs_JLA/s72-c/single-water-drop-on-transparent-background-free-png.webp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795.post-7930976355517449417</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Dec 2007 11:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-10-27T16:36:09.435+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">perfume</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Robin Hood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Uma Thurman</category><title>The Fragrant Uma Thurman.</title><atom:summary type="text">Name dropper?Me? How very dare you! I have worked in lots of Hotels, for over 20 years so obviously I have had many &#39;celebrities&#39; under my roof so to speak. When does it become acceptable to start blabbing abut them? Is it like that &#39;official secrets&#39; thing, where the powers that be wait 50 years or so before telling us mere mortals, that our beloved leaders once farted at a state function in </atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2007/12/fragrant-uma-thurman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9dd8DxOcca74q7QYLSkOLnLxvp0EPCEUm39bB6_cSvCxzqrelNajeWfURMaXU8ARjKVfE6jSy3co-o-HYHxMJ7mkqETNRq6ORblW6UVUF0NivcEqcrKQ0XBk4TYW7ay_jZgeH2Y200hvnuQn1h-Qf7Wmv9NK0g_QxwCDoVl7_JdLAYWnqytZjELMj5B8/s72-c/images-original.webp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795.post-4740656651451306926</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Dec 2007 13:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-10-27T16:47:41.691+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">drunken behaviour.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Flu</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">party</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shits</category><title>Black Friday? Sh***y Saturday!</title><atom:summary type="text">The works &#39;do&#39; was last night.I have the flu. I didn&#39;t go. I am very glad I didn&#39;t go.Apparently the food looked ok, smelled ok, tasted, on reflection a &#39;bit&#39; strange, but you know how it is, having a drink, relaxing with your workmates, no-one wants to be the one who complains, and anyway what does it matter, get the meal over, and on to the club.On to the club they went, all 75 of them, in </atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2007/12/black-friday-shy-saturday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEyTy4Srymx3Cc2pL51TLftOCwXgBhsu0Am6beX-KElwp0ypG_bqPYA8ogB31nlrXvUVnLkVdH1Kbyomb4THeCMoIRwotNDRdnmv3721L_Z0IRyywkgl8M7MPNMiD45E04gAca9pnY0ZgMIKfjm2UhDSsgXzcXGUwxBfkOqoyuYSPG2erl3TZkcDgPpBY/s72-c/Sick-woman-lying-in-bed-with-high-fever-due-to-the-swine-flu.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795.post-7948761287193705990</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2007 14:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-10-27T16:58:42.981+00:00</atom:updated><title>It&#39;s Raining Men</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;Quick, what room is above here?&quot;&quot;Morning to you too&quot; I replied.Staring back at me, wild eyed, and hair dripping water down her face, the night Manager, looking like she&#39;d had more than enough for one shift, had rounded it off nicely with a shower.Arriving for the 7am shift, I walked into Reception, not really thinking about anything else, other than getting organised for the day ahead.A tour </atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2007/12/quick-what-room-is-above-here-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDxMSLRXkyieysQeDckmKaeHjpP-7jQ-JjY2UCXGyXM9xKdy_iM1yc69QmPUGpAhHtOKqOBYlhIW6kmf4CYf_OJLSCGCYjZUsQzNpkKaaeoTe_D-HM1vUiuneA88Kv8E5MMOtkBpqqHGvOLDpeGSTHkAMcuXDVnNlEpYyGHCD-UV8LH6RHyHE7x5Yrpl0/s72-c/ceiling-water-damage.webp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795.post-6799956137384141177</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2007 09:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-08T13:18:38.646+00:00</atom:updated><title>&quot;People Are Stupid&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">A &#39;twenty something&#39; told me that, but I always played devils advocate.&quot;No, people are not stupid, they are all different, have different opinions, you shouldn&#39;t be so negative, look for the best in people.....&quot;How come he knows more about people than me? I am twenty years older than him, surely my life experiences give me the edge??People are most definitely stupid!We have some guests checking </atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2007/12/people-are-stupid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795.post-2916153973837346984</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2007 13:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-24T12:56:16.809+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">General Manager</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lazy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Polish</category><title>&quot;We Veerrry Beeezy&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">As with most Hotels and Resorts in Ireland at the moment, our housekeeping staff are, in the main, Polish, which is fabulous as far as I&#39;m concerned, as I have never had to chase anyone over their bad standards or attitude. Mostly, as a whole they are a delight to work with. I know I shouldn&#39;t generalise, but in this case it&#39;s true.There&#39;s always an exception to every rule.My last supervisor, </atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-veerrry-beeezy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687888565198339795.post-7188923569019865662</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2007 12:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-10-27T17:03:51.470+00:00</atom:updated><title>The Start Of The Beginning</title><atom:summary type="text">Last week I let the cleaning contractors go, they were costing the property over two grand a week, and I still can&#39;t figure out what they were doing.Today, we have our own housekeeping team, five wonderful ladies, who, when I last checked, were rubbing and scrubbing like Billy-O.I organised some COSSH training for them with Rosie, from the company that supplies the cleaning products, just to go </atom:summary><link>http://featherorfoam.blogspot.com/2007/12/start-of-beginning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Queen Of Clean)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3UtqfC8GVn8r112_UscRZ_k7suvEAKfPRBYvPL8XxDKyTP40DB8zNVnwIaoG9BwEUOGy_3RqgnmnBrMLKnMuPOjUzxPsntgxYpP8UWCfHU7WYoYTbEuX1VB91iILyRrg0AHtRqkZtcdVQF9tAiiVs6O_dQp_OQhOV_YAultYa69Tgg64g3T0FVgbVQ00/s72-c/getimage_28.webp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>