The interview in the Dreamweavers Clubhouse was so simple, and I was to begin working the next day. I dressed up as I reached, meant to meet with the manager and report that I showed up as agreed.
Nothing interested me as their rules and regulations. It was simpler and easier to follow than the previous resort where I worked. Also, I was paid per hour, which meant that even when school resumed, I would be paid based on how many hours I worked in a day.
It was announced that we were to have a gathering with the founder, and although I hated anything that had to do with founders, I still wanted to know if the club owner was a female or a male, because most times, I motivate myself if a female owns an organisation.
We all grabbed a seat in a large room, waiting for the manager and the foun
