'Abby': The Helping Clerk of Hampton Inn

 

'Abby', the front desk clerk

After interviewing Danielle I felt it was not enough to hear who she was to herself, because after all who in their right mind would think of themselves poorly, or represent themselves poorly to someone else? So, to shed further light on who Danielle really was I interviewed the front desk clerk (who's name I forgot, but just for the sake of the blog we'll call Abby).

"Do you mind if I ask you a couple questions about Danielle?" I asked ever so nicely because I was　almost sure I had worn out my welcome from my excessive questioning.

"Sure," she stated," But, let's wait until Danielle gets back to the front counter."

We waited, and I examined Abby as she waltzed back and forth behind the employee’s desk.

She was a short thing, maybe 5'0 or 5'3, at the most. Her hair was brown, medium length, and styled by the air that had　dried it that morning. From appearance she seemed shy yet observant, someone who could help me pin-point Danielle, but upon interaction I was proven everything but correct.

After Danielle returned from handling her duties that she seemed so desperate to complete, Abby and I returned to the questioning table. She rocked herself left and right as a means to get comfortable, and then once again I began a strict Q&A session.


"Work Friendly," hinting that there was no further relationship between them besides work.

Abby grinned and smiled as she too eyed my page of questions that was about four times smaller than that of Danielle's—lucky her. We continued.

Abby went on to constantly tell me how much of a ‘hard-worker’ Danielle was. Most of her answers were short and simply, just enough to answer the question, but not enough to showcases Danielle as a person other than her boss. But, I continued to question although my gut feeling told me it was pointless.

"Nothing." That was the answer to the next three questions I asked about Danielle. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. And that was exactly what I was getting from Abby, nothing.

At that point it was very clear that Abby was not going to be any further help towards creating a greater picture of Danielle. So I concluded with a final question.

"What type of person would you describe Danielle as?"

She fidgeted around with the belt that was secured around her waist and finally answered, "Funny, Bubbly, Happy."

And, that was it.

To say the least I did not receive any helpful information from 'Abby' about Danielle besides what I had already gathered from Danielle herself. I appreciated her help, but the time I spent questioning her proved futile. It seemed she was answering her questions with the mindset of don't say anything wrong about Boss Danielle, which was no help to me.

I ended my hotel rendezvous with quick pictures of Danielle, Abby, and myself. I thanked them one last time with handshakes and smiles then exited the hotel just as happy as Danielle was after I announced her questioning was over. Now, it was time to make a collective illustration of Danielle Michael, the Hard Worker of the Hampton Inn.

"What is your relationship with Danielle?"