I started my new job with all of the enthusiasm I could muster. I was very excited and wanted to do well and learn. My job was to assign rooms to guests, work the switchboard and make reservations. I also had to make sure the rooms had been cleaned before assignment.
The motel owners lived on the premises. A large apartment was attached to the motel and there was a private entrance into the office. I worked part-time during the day and a young man worked nights. The owners, whom I will refer to as Mr. and Mrs. L., were probably in their late fifties or early sixties. Mr. L. was about 5'11", thin and balding and talked with an Eastern European accent. Mrs. L. was about 5'4", plump, and had short gray hair curled loosely. Her accent was pure American with a southern twang. Mrs. L. didn't come into the front office very often, she was usually back in her home. Mr. L. would come out and instruct me how to do the different tasks. He would usually follow me around, watching what I did. Neither Mr. or Mrs. L. did the office tasks anymore. They were interested in keeping the motel and having hired help run the place.
Both Mr. and Mrs. L. seemed very happy with how quickly I learned the business and was able to do things on my own. I, too, was happy and thought I had found a great job.