That I’m back in my room where the cars always speed through the rooms,a place where I can’t watch the sunset …I don’t have time…
I’m a part of the working population since 9th June.I’m with the concierge dept. of the front office division.The pillar next to which I stand has 114 vertical lines,36 semicircles and 52 horizontal lines.This was pretty much eveerything I did for two days,till one fine morning the assistant f.o manager asked me to do two consecutive nightshifts for one of those photoshoots happening in the hotel.Strange how things work with me,I always end up doing things I hate and detest the most.The whole atmosphere out there is so fake that you feel so plastic,so artificial…smiles that are merely a stretch of lips with no light in the eyes…I’m sympathetic
