Portland Hospitality, Part One: Holiday Inn
When I moved to Portland, Oregon in mid-July 2004, just like any other intelligent person I made the move with no job waiting for me. I figured I’d get a job when I needed one – basically, when I’d burned through my savings – and it wouldn’t be much of a task. Indeed, finding a job when the time came would have been easy had I’d been doing massage at the time. Alas, I was not. There was also the matter of having met my future wife my second day in the City of Roses, aka Rip Town, aka Stumptown, aka Bridgetown, aka Portlandia, aka PDX. Far more important than securing a job were late night escapades with mi amor in the vibrant new city. Like Death, though, the taxman cometh eventually. As it turns out, my savings didn’t last long in an actual city when you’re dating, so getting a job ya bum became a priority sooner rather than later. It turned out to be no small task to the point I answered an intriguing job posting on Craigslist. A ‘prominent’ hotel in downtown was loo...