Monday, March 29, 2010
The Rest of the Story
In case some of you have noticed, I don't respond to many comments on my blog in the comments section; most of my commenters are responded to directly to their email. If you are on blogger and you are not receiving response to comments in your email and would like to, it's an easy fix.
Many of you have already done this, but the other day one of my readers asked me how and was appreciative when I sent her an email with instructions.
Go to the dashboard screen of your blog; click on settings; click on comments; scroll all the way down to comment moderation; enter your email address in the space provided. That's all you have to do. Then you will receive back your comment and the blogger's response. No need to go back to the post to check for responses!
Now back to our regularly scheduled program:
here before going farther. Read that post and return. There was a little more to the story. The night after my first day of training, I called my sons to let them know what was happening. As I recounted the tale to my youngest son Jason, when I came to the part about being naked on the floor, unable to get up, and worrying that I would have to call the desk, he spoke up.
"I've worked in a hotel, Mom. Sure, you call the desk and the bellhop comes to the room and sees a naked broad on the floor claiming she needs help, I know just what he's going to think: "Sure, lady--right!"
As Jason has a gift for doing, he made me laugh at the riduculous scene. It's hard to feel sorry for yourself when you keep giggling at the implications of how a call for help might have been interpreted. Later in the week, I called my sons again, just to stay in touch.
"Mom, are you okay?" Jason asked breathlessly. "There's no one with you?"
"I'm fine, and yes, I'm alone," I responded.
"Thank goodness," he said with exaggerated relief. "I just saw something on the news about some naked lady holding a bellhop hostage in her room, and I was afraid it was you!" That was followed by peals of laughter from us both. The acorn did not land far from the tree, I'm afraid!