3 floors in China Town

- i got poo-water to my armpits for god sake.

the doorbell rings and the washing machine starts playing that ridiculous melody telling it is ready.
its the last couple checking-in today, a young couple from hong kong just getting a great 1st impression of the owner aka manager wearing pink rubber gloves reaching her elbows.

-welcome to borneo, i grin.

after four months of having the guesthouse running with two floors we just opened and finished our rooms on the 3rd, just in time for the check-ins. My brain has been out of control and the tiredness has had its effect on my body and mind, obviously my mood aswell... But still standing and smiling at the guests even though my head is spinning and from time to time feeling i might actually fall.
After the first hectic time of getting used to a third floor and it's starts settling in my mind and work and i can feel i have everything under control, the 1st floor bathroom gets blocked. Panic, nothing works. The whole day i try fix it without any luck. It's poo water to the edge of the toiletbowl, the smell is awful and i gag more times than i could count. And since i'm alone i'm working with poo, checking-in people, being a tourist guide, answering the phone, answering the door at the same time. wohoo. But i made it! goddamn i made it, so that poo on the floor last night since someone obviously missed the toilet bowl wasn't too bad. haha, ok poo is always bad, clean after yourself! damn pratt!