Work...

Work sucks in general, but it doesn't have to be. I'm one of those lucky people, whose parents support whatever I want to do in life and encourage me to be the best I can be. Thanks Ummi and Abuya, I love you both very much, and I can't ask for any more than you've given me.

Many people I know are stuck in a job that they hate, or hate their bosses; or both. And it is a shame, because this hatred eats you up in a bad way. Hating something you do makes you older quicker simply because you're not happy. I've always known that I would like a job that involves human interaction. Sitting in an office for 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, is not something that I find appealing. Perhaps it is because of my outgoing nature, and because my family is like that. More than half of my family are teachers, and most of them have wonderful people skills. Of course, this leads to my going into tourism and hospitality, which is in a way, an accident.

Tourism management was my sixth out of eight choices given to you when you apply to go to university. Yes, I filled out everything I could think of, in terms of what I'd like to study. I've always wanted to become a journalist, but as we all know, that didn't happen. Haha. I was offered to study Tourism, and thought, "This could be exciting." And it was! I loved every minute of the classes I took, and every trip I made with my friends, every eating out sessions that we had. It was just an amazing time of my life.

I'm now working at a country house hotel, with the most amazing views, and rooms/restaurant/bar to be proud of. There's not much that I can fault with where I am working. The bosses are crazy sometimes, but there are tactical ways to get them off of you. Today, we had no guest staying at the hotel. I was going to set up our new online reservation system and thought I'd be doing that the whole night. Three people showed up at about 5.20pm, wanting to have dinner. When my boss came back from a walk with her dog, I mentioned that we were going to have people for dinner and she said she'd come over to help. This was excellent because I didn't really want to do dinner service, I'm not a fan of restaurant service. I still helped out a little in the restaurant, but it wasn't taking too much of my time away from my actual work.

At about 9.30pm, the guests paid and left. They were pleasant. The type of customers that I like. And my boss left about 10 minutes later. I attacked the new booking system, and checked and double-checked the rates, the facilities of the hotel, the cancellation policy, and everything else you can think of. I was mentally drained, but it was a good day.

Tomorrow is another day. And my list is about my height. Aiyaayayayaya!