celtic prayer

Relations between Anne and self was a bitty on the blink, as my idea of how to treat customers and hers did not seem to be remotely related!As I was used to clean the fryers twice a week, more if neccesarry, well, I had to use my brains, as sometimes when it was really busy, the oil got dirtier faster. One day when cleaning the fryes, anee told me that I was much to free with the oil, and that from now on I had to clean the fryers only once every three weeks! I was aghast, as I knew that a lot of the smaller and cheaper inns did not clean the oild regularly, and you can smell that the moment you walk in. This inn had always been a very clean and popular hotel, and we had a lot of people who came back every year.
I had to obey Anne, as she just did not order new oil, and soon the tourists who did not book out ten minutes after arrival, started to complain of the horrible smell that drifted into their rooms through the windows.
I was becoming really upset, as I had to go up the stairs leading to the rooms to get to my room, and every time I encountered a tourist or two, they complained bitterly about their rooms, and the smells, and the towels., and I started to skulk around the place, trying to avoid the accusing stares of the poor tourists! I haven't been in the rooms yet after I came back, so I didn't know what was wrong with the towels, but I soon found out!
One morning Anne phoned me, and she was in a tizz, as she couldn't be back from her nursing job that she held for two days of the week, and there was a couple coming in early, and could I please do the room for her. I could hear that she was really upset, so I said okay,yes, I'll do it, although being Monday, I had a lot to do.
So after breakfast I went up to the room, and what I found was so disgusting that I couldn't believe that even one guest ever stayed! The carpet in the first place was covered in the Labrador's hair, and the shower glass was so covered in limescale that you could hardly seethe glass, but what really threw me was the towels! They were as hard and rough as a piece of goingsak, and I can't believe that anybody could dry their bodies with that and have any skin left.
So I took all the 'clean' towels in the linen cupboard, sprinkled it with water, and put it in the drier to soften them up. But tried as I would, the inferior little vacuum cleaner would not pick up any of the dog's hair, so I took a bucket of water and a brush and went on my bally knees to try and get rid of it. What also horified me was that there was only the cheapest soaps, no shampoo or bath gell, and no biscuits, that being standard fare in all the hotels and inns.
I had no time to try and clean the limescale, but decided to wait for a chance to tell her my view of her ability to run the hotel, and also tell her why the guests all book out almost immediately. But I at least knew that the guests in this room would be more comfortable, and still have their skins left after a shower.
I had no time that day to talk to her, but bided my time! The little celtic prayer I put on, as it gave me a lot of peace in this very stressfull situation, as she found the towels all soft, and fluffy, but instead of being thankful, she told me that I am not to waste the electricity in the future, and stalked away in a fat old rage!