My summer job is in hospitality, or as my bosses like to say “hospi-freakin’-tality”.
After two and half months on the job, I wholeheartedly agree that the freakin’ is necessary at times. My job involves setting up for breakfast in the morning, replenishing all the items during breakfast, breaking everything down and preparing for the next day. I do pretty much the same thing day in and day out and while I love the routine and organization involved, it does sometimes become a bit stale. Thankfully, the guests are always changing and their unique quirks have taught me some valuable lessons thus far:
1. British people will either be incredibly kind and sweet or just plain awful. They will tell you things like, “Oh your blueberries are just lovely here! We just don’t get them like this at home!” or “I slept dreadfully” – the latter actually implies “I slept dreadfully and I am going to blame that and anything else that goes wrong on you, silly American! MUAHAHA!!!”
2. People walk into screen doors. Even after they open them to come in, some how between getting a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice they forget about that little ol’ door and BAM – milk.down. cheerios.everywhere.
3. Throwing away extra coffee is not a sin. Running out of coffee is a mortal sin. Do not run out of coffee.
4. Children are awful little creatures. They do things like throw away full cups of milk, grind eggshells into the carpet, and get crumbs ALL UP IN MY NUTELLA. Disgusting. Please don’t mess with my Nutella you little cherubs…
5. Guests come and go so you can’t get too hung up on how great or terrible they are. The more important thing is how great or terrible your coworkers and employers are. Mine are great. They’re really, truthfully wonderful. Although, I think you might have to be in order to work in hospi-freakin’-tality…