Yesterday was the best day I have ever had since I have worked for tips.
I was hired by a five star hotel to work on a King; his handler said that he would pay my rate from the time I got there until his Highness decided he wanted my massage therapy services. I arrived at 1pm and was told to talk to his Doctor about his condition so his Doctor could approve me to work. After a brief conversation (on a week-end) with the Doctor, I was approved and told to check in with his Highness' private security at the Penthouse. When I arrived the security told me to wait in an adjacent room because the King was still asleep. I was offered drinks, room service, television & magazines. I ended up taking up all the offers because I ended up waiting 4.5 hours for his Highness to wake up, and when he did awake he decided he did not want a massage. So I got paid for 4.5 hours to hang out in a Penthouse room of a five star hotel, ordering room service and reading magazines. The total bill was only a few dollars less than my monthly rent, but to the King it was worth what he considered to be a mere pittance to have me available in case he was in the mood for a massage. It was the most money and the most fun I have ever received, and just because I got no tip didn't make it a bad day because I also did not have to work.Today was one of the worst days I ever had since I've worked for tips.
A new client wanted me to work at the last minute and since my only other plans were cleaning my house, I took the appointment. When I arrived at the building, it looked familiar, but I did not know why at first. Pulling up to the front, I asked the valets for a cart and as they brought it to me they directed me to the SERVICE ENTRANCE. I suddenly remembered the building; it was the only place in all of Los Angeles where I was ever treated as if I was a Black person in the South of the 1950's. My last client here lived in the Penthouse and insisted that I did NOT tip the valet (and needless to point out, he did not ever tip me). After I unloaded all my things, I had to ask one of the three Valets (all Asian men) standing around to open the door for me so I could push the trolley through to the elevators. I was not allowed in the lobby because the Black man who worked the front desk literally came from behind his desk to point me to the elevators. Were they afraid I would stain the lobby with my presence? I felt like Dorothy Dandridge in Las Vegas when they emptied the pool simply because she put a toe in it. This new client was a younger version of my old client (I mean that both literally and figuratively). He complained about my rate and did not tip; I told him to hire someone else who was cheaper. He actually asked me to open his door for him as he let me out. It was appalling to me that everyone in that building from the Penthouse to the valet had such a horribly snobby and cheap attitude. I should have acted as Sidney Poitier did when he encountered the same thing upon his arrival in the US; he strode straight to the front door and refused to go to through back door. I will do that if I ever go back to that address for another client because I will never go back for the client I had tonight. My previous Penthouse client from this building passed away and I would like to live to see the day when the attitude of the people who live and work in this building dies.
