What's your secret?
The “Aw -full Hotel” lives up to its name. Once called the “Awe-full”, the “e” dropped years ago along with the hotel’s high-ranking reputation and hygiene standards. Windowsills sprinkled with thick dust like a dead man’s ashes are tinted orange by the cracked, mud-brown glass. Walls once a dazzling white now drip mouldy green sludge on to damp carpets so stained that the original colour is impossible to identify. Employees, including me, only working in this dirty dump of a hotel because we have nowhere else to go. Shackled here by bad luck and circumstance, awaiting the day we can afford to leave. Until then I’m stuck here with my slave’s wages and my stupid, irritating, cruel Manager with his dodgy hair piece, yellow teeth and breath rancid from years of chain-smoking cheap cigars.