TO THE EDITOR:
As I was reading Seth Rose’s column, I couldn’t help but get teary-eyed. That same day, I received my five years of service certificate from the University. Though five years is nothing compared to 10 to 30 years of service that others had, I am proud and celebrating nonetheless. It’s five years of honest hard work, sweat and sometimes, tears.
I also can’t help but wonder, do we housekeepers really matter? A lot of us are mothers. We spend eight hours of our time each day: That’s five days a week doing things that probably not everyone is willing to do. Even on the days when one of our kids are sick and our problems are over the hill, you still see us doing our best to do our job with patience, understanding, a smile and a welcoming chit-chat like you are our child.
I am writing this letter for everyone that I crossed paths with. To you who took the time to get to know me, spend a few minutes of your time with me and appreciate me for what I do and who I am. I could have not done it without you. Your kindness, respect and appreciation matters. It is my strength when I feel like giving up, and my joy when I feel like I don’t matter. Thank you for being a part of my five years. I owe you big time!
Charina Brooks
Housekeeping
