Life... Up Till Now.

' pa, working in the hotel and making money is not easy man '

' now then you know that making money is not easy '

' yeah man, i dun think i'm ready for the adult working life yet leh '

' then go and get a rich father lor! '

That pretty much summarizes my life in Holiday Inn at the moment, through a phone call with dad.

Words like going home late, overtime, time constraints, shortage of staff are often associated to the life of banquet operations. Initially i didn't understand why people, so many of them, are so enthused with this physically-stressing department. But after 2-weeks of labouring, the sense of accomplishment when setting up a totally empty ball-room into something to be of a spectacle, it gives one the feeling as if you're on top of the world. Well that is if you're the one giving orders and stuff but nevertheless, it's a great feeling.

There are still, positives to derive from banquet actually. The ability to move around as if the hotel is like your 2nd house gives you a sense of command that no other departments are able to give you. Truth be told, the license to roam never felt so good.

All in all, I've never liked banquet, not even now cos' i still know it's a shit department to work in because getting too physical, like standing up for a shit load of time and serving guests with trays and heavy-ass plates has never been my thing. I know it'll all change once i hit management level but i know i'll never be in this department.

2-weeks more till being posted to Clemenceau Bar where practically all the hot chicks will be all at. Sometimes you just wish time could fly past faster.

SIGH. Hot chicks...