The one with the Pantyhose and Stilettos

Some gyan on the current situation to the bewildered readers who haven’t got neither the head nor the tail of the past two posts (I never really got around to understand what was s0 special about the head and the tail,I mean…what about the rest? How partial!).

I am at Grand Hyatt as a part of the compulsory with a capital c Industrial Training which is a part of my 3 year (ha ha) degree course.It is stipulated that I train in all the four major departments of a hotel viz Front Office, Food & Beverge Service,Houpeskeeping(not a typo) and one more I fail to recollect at the moment.

S0…The folks there had put me on the Concierge the past month,where after some considerable verrrry boring time I met Kimberly,a guest services officer out there,and the rest was okay-ish.I got along with her so well that I didn’t mind doing 12 hour night shifts with her.
The next department as per the schedule was Gourmet Store, a shady place that can be classified asa glorified Cafe Coffee Day.In two days I had enough of the place to last a lifetime that I dropped in at the HR office to request for a change.

Note made to self: Next time you are at CCD or Barista or Mocha,take a look around,sympathize,Sigh.It seems there was a change in the schedule of which I was unaware (Night Shifts! Remember? The phrase means you dont very well see much of day light,forget new time tables)

Anyways Anyways, from Monday I’m at the Grand Club for the so-called elite where I’ll be wearing a very uncomfortable skirt which at first sight seemed to be torn on the sides,black sockings and high heels for 8 hours and a lot of face paint and I’ll be in the company of the kind of people who make me wish with all my heart that dinasaurs were not extinct,but seriously I’m sure there would be case of acute dysentry amongst dinosaurs if at all they consumed those neanderthal specimens.

You know what? I’ve always wondered how those folks make such skirts…Do they stitch a piece of cloth around a trunk or something and then tear it on the sides? Or what?I was never a great fan of skirts.Period.I’ll be a living,breathing,eyelash moving mannequin for the next 30 days.
I’m on a brief off of 48 hours before I report to work on Monday.I’ve been working for quite some time that I realize that it’s been so long since I did so many things.
Like last night for instance. It was Friday night and usually people live it up somewhere or the other. But by the time I battled rush hour and got back, my body just refused to move. “Go wherever you like, ” it told me, “but don’t expect me to come along.”Rini did have a good time though.

So I called my friends and said,”Sorry count me out,” changed into tracks and a t-shirt and sat in front of the television. Ah, bliss.

It’s been so long since I sat home on Friday night, so long since I had lemon tea with honey and watched this show on History Channel named History Classroom which had this very interesting thing on architecture in Rome .In case you missed it hunt it down on Youtube,totally worth the time.That’s another thing about Fridays…the filth in the hostel is so busy that I get the remote all to myself.Apart from a few sniggers in the middle of their rush to trade lipgloss and what-not,the filth let me be.

And then I started thinking about my job and about my life and where I would be in five years. You know the kind of thinking you can only do in your bedroom with Mozart’s Symphony No. 40 in the background, your phone silent and your book face down on the floor.
They’ve got this new policy at work, come in at 11am and leave at 8. Okay in principle I suppose. But not so okay in practice, because as a hostess, you’ll have evening assignments at six which finish by 8.30 so by the time you’re done filing the story etc, you’ve worked a 12-13 hour day. I swear, they’re going a little mad.

God, I don’t know why I didn’t just stay safely in some regional college at home, piling up degree after degree. There are some(ALL) days when I feel so wrong, so like this is such a big mistake. Restlessness,Anger maybe… does everyone feel this way too?

No…You did not hear me say that.