Today the weather is finally what you would call "the British weather". It felt like autumn for the first time during my time here. It's starting to get colder and people are coughing. The girls told me it's going to get a lot worse, that in December we are like rats in here. There are radiators in the rooms, but for some reason they are not to be used. They're more like decoration. However, they told me not to worry, I could always buy one of my own. I (me whose friends are always freezing in my house) already sleep with three blankets so I might just have to do that. I've got no desire to go out in the grey wind and rain what so ever and I've got a couple of hours until the dinner service, so blogging it is!
Yesterday I had a mini heart attack. It was 6.20 in the morning, I had just got out of the shower like five minutes ago when suddenly the smoke detector started to ring. First I thought I had done something that caused it in my room, but after opening the door to the dark and empty corridor I understood it wasn't only me, all the alarms were screaming. People started to appear from their rooms pointing at the fire exit door, which it's right next to mine. I already pictured the whole building burning down. We got out, the staff and the hotel guests. There we were, standing in the garden opposite of the main entrance. I felt sorry for the old people wearing their pastel pyjamas. Thank god it wasn't my day off, that wouldn't have been a very pleasant way to wake up. Soon we were told to get back in, it had been a false alarm caused by a hairdryer. Later I found out it was Kasia's. After the incidence I was paranoid about drying my own hair — two false alarms a day would be embarrassing.
Yesterday I had a mini heart attack. It was 6.20 in the morning, I had just got out of the shower like five minutes ago when suddenly the smoke detector started to ring. First I thought I had done something that caused it in my room, but after opening the door to the dark and empty corridor I understood it wasn't only me, all the alarms were screaming. People started to appear from their rooms pointing at the fire exit door, which it's right next to mine. I already pictured the whole building burning down. We got out, the staff and the hotel guests. There we were, standing in the garden opposite of the main entrance. I felt sorry for the old people wearing their pastel pyjamas. Thank god it wasn't my day off, that wouldn't have been a very pleasant way to wake up. Soon we were told to get back in, it had been a false alarm caused by a hairdryer. Later I found out it was Kasia's. After the incidence I was paranoid about drying my own hair — two false alarms a day would be embarrassing.
During the breakfast service I got my first tip ever! Five quid for being "most helpful". To be honest, I don't even know what in particular I had done to earn that. Actually, I'm not even sure whether we're supposed to get any tip and so on, but it pretty much made my otherwise shitty morning. You could say my feelings come and go in waves. And no, I'm not an unstable person as far as I'm concerned! The mornings aren't always so nice: it's dark, it's cold, the idea of getting out of your warm bed is unbearable. It's gloomy in the bathroom. You've got many hours of working ahead. Those moments really make me miss my warm dog lying next to me, as weird as it ever sounds. At work I like the special events. You have to be extremely careful to make sure you do everything right, but overall people seem to be on a good mood, and we've got time to chat every now and then. The last two nights the hotel hosted a wedding. I was suddenly in the middle of something exactly like "Four Weddings UK". It was quite interesting. And for my luck someone else served the bride so I didn't have to worry about dropping a greasy potato on her white dress. The food for the late-night buffet of the first wedding looked and smelled sooo good (it's not always like that, no offense). Unfortunately I had other jobs to do after setting up the buffet so I didn't get to see the party people on the dance floor, they had a DJ and everything! Other jobs a.k.a polishing 260 glasses and the cutlery (FYI it's not just fork and knife...) for 60 people. Among other things. I'm glad we were two.
Rumour has it (actually it's more than a rumour, this info came from a rather reliable source) there's going to be new employees. Three more French people and.. drumroll please.. two FINNISH girls. Two fucking Finnish girls. Yeah, that was what I first thought. However, after some deeper pondering I came to a conclusion that it might be both, good and bad. I'm not going to be able to avoid Finland anymore, but who knows, we may somehow click. I can also pay back the French by chatting in Finnish right under their noses. Fingers crossed the Finns nice! By the way, LOL, Carlos seems to be very keen on me, he always wants to talk to me, probably cause I speak Spanish. I don't always understand half of what he's on about, but mayormente I do. For three days he's been joking about me looking more like Norwegian or German than Finnish, because one day I happened to wear braids in my hair. He finds himself very funny. It's alright, though, helps me keep Spanish alive. With the others it's mostly going fine, I don't want to flatter nor criticise anyone in particular in case some of you read this. (I knew You would, that's why!) Not that there was anything bad to say, of course...
Rumour has it (actually it's more than a rumour, this info came from a rather reliable source) there's going to be new employees. Three more French people and.. drumroll please.. two FINNISH girls. Two fucking Finnish girls. Yeah, that was what I first thought. However, after some deeper pondering I came to a conclusion that it might be both, good and bad. I'm not going to be able to avoid Finland anymore, but who knows, we may somehow click. I can also pay back the French by chatting in Finnish right under their noses. Fingers crossed the Finns nice! By the way, LOL, Carlos seems to be very keen on me, he always wants to talk to me, probably cause I speak Spanish. I don't always understand half of what he's on about, but mayormente I do. For three days he's been joking about me looking more like Norwegian or German than Finnish, because one day I happened to wear braids in my hair. He finds himself very funny. It's alright, though, helps me keep Spanish alive. With the others it's mostly going fine, I don't want to flatter nor criticise anyone in particular in case some of you read this. (I knew You would, that's why!) Not that there was anything bad to say, of course...
Here's what it looks like at this very moment:
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| The buss station from my window |
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| Cheerful, eh? |
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| See the red leaf! |
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