It’s a calm, sunny morning at the lake. Birds chirping. Waves gently lapping.
Inside the Inn?
Absolute mayhem.
With guests arriving in a few hours, we’ve entered what we lovingly call: “The Check-In Sprint.” It’s like a dance. If the dance were choreographed by caffeine, adrenaline, and a clipboard.
The Inn Hustle Breakdown
- One person is vacuuming like the floor owes them money.
- Another is making beds with military precision.
- Someone’s in the kitchen whisper-yelling “WHERE ARE THE GOOD MUGS?!”
There’s an unspoken agreement that music gets louder as the panic rises. One speaker is blasting classic rock. Another one’s somehow playing 2000s Euro EDM. No one cares. We’re in the zone.
The Art of the Speed-Check
Every drawer gets opened. Every mirror is Windexed. We straighten pillows with a level of seriousness usually reserved for architectural engineers.
We don’t just look under the bed. We enter another dimension under there. (It’s mostly dust bunnies. Occasionally socks. We don’t ask.)
You know those candles and cute throws in your suite? Yep — someone just power-walked them into position like they were defusing a bomb.
12 Minutes Before Guest ETA
It happens. The Inn hush.
The mop is down. The windows sparkle. The team exhales.
We pretend like we weren’t just doing synchronized chaos 90 seconds ago. We are now the portrait of lakefront tranquility.
“At Skaha Lakefront Inn, everything looks calm… because we hit turbo mode 15 minutes ago.”
Bravo to Kelly, who was in charge today — calmly managing the chaos, calling plays like a quarterback in a championship game, and somehow keeping both the schedule and the sanity intact. MVP energy all the way.
Come for the lake views. Stay for the invisible chaos — expertly wrangled by the best.
PS: If you ever walk in and think, “Wow, it’s so peaceful here…”
Just know that behind that serenity was a mad dash involving three lint rollers, one missing tea towel, and a well-timed espresso shot.