Work. Rest. Work. Sleep.
In the mornings I pull on a red T-shirt, shorts and runners. I push forward a yellow housekeepers trolley that has all the stuff in and on it: bed linens, different type of towels, rugs, cleaning liquids, teas, coffees etc to change and refill whatever needs changing or refilling.
It's a teamwork of 2 or 3 people. At least there is no Susan character that I still remember from US housekeeping times. Susan was religious countrywoman, who in each roomed turned on a TV and switched it right onto tele-preaching programme. I hated Sundays.
Here there is no time to turn on the wide flatscreen. You gotta push it forward. After 2 or 3 hours you have a break. Coffee and 2 biscuits. And then back to the rooms and apartments. After my first shift I was so tired, I slept 2h at home before going back to work at 6pm.
In the evenings I pull on a black jacket, black pants and black socks and shoes. I walk the 1.2km to work while reading my notes and trying to learn by heart the different abbreviations for food orders and/or memorizing the alcoholic beverages available in the bar in their location order in the refrigerators/shelves. And the 9 steps of customer service.
It's a fancy restaurant. You know the one with wine glasses on the tables and entree plates and cutlery. I carry the light and loose-balanced wineglasses and heavy waterglasses on the tray on left arm and while putting the glasses onto the table, pray that the tray does not loose balance. (Maybe Susan was onto something after all)
So far so good. Regarding the glasses.
Yesterday was pretty ok already. My trainer said I did good, except couple of mistakes. But at least none of those charging the bill on the wrong room. You really don't want to charge wrongly the 60+ dollars dinner per person on average ...
Today we will go out for a few beers with some of the colleagues, which is good. I would like to get to know the people more.
8.15AM however I need to pull on that red T-shirt again and start walking towards the yellow trolley.
Oh, and the title refers to what my housekeeping trainer told me today. She was happy not to be doing the wiping and vacuuming. "I love making the beds," and her happy face confirmed it. While I was mopping yet another bathroom, I was thinking that however hard I look, I can't see a career in this. It made me doubt the second year of travelling. Then again, perhaps there are career opportunities in the restaurant line of work. Live and see. At the moment I'm just looking forward to my first paycheck on Monday :)
In the mornings I pull on a red T-shirt, shorts and runners. I push forward a yellow housekeepers trolley that has all the stuff in and on it: bed linens, different type of towels, rugs, cleaning liquids, teas, coffees etc to change and refill whatever needs changing or refilling.
It's a teamwork of 2 or 3 people. At least there is no Susan character that I still remember from US housekeeping times. Susan was religious countrywoman, who in each roomed turned on a TV and switched it right onto tele-preaching programme. I hated Sundays.
Here there is no time to turn on the wide flatscreen. You gotta push it forward. After 2 or 3 hours you have a break. Coffee and 2 biscuits. And then back to the rooms and apartments. After my first shift I was so tired, I slept 2h at home before going back to work at 6pm.
In the evenings I pull on a black jacket, black pants and black socks and shoes. I walk the 1.2km to work while reading my notes and trying to learn by heart the different abbreviations for food orders and/or memorizing the alcoholic beverages available in the bar in their location order in the refrigerators/shelves. And the 9 steps of customer service.
It's a fancy restaurant. You know the one with wine glasses on the tables and entree plates and cutlery. I carry the light and loose-balanced wineglasses and heavy waterglasses on the tray on left arm and while putting the glasses onto the table, pray that the tray does not loose balance. (Maybe Susan was onto something after all)
So far so good. Regarding the glasses.
Yesterday was pretty ok already. My trainer said I did good, except couple of mistakes. But at least none of those charging the bill on the wrong room. You really don't want to charge wrongly the 60+ dollars dinner per person on average ...
Today we will go out for a few beers with some of the colleagues, which is good. I would like to get to know the people more.
8.15AM however I need to pull on that red T-shirt again and start walking towards the yellow trolley.
Oh, and the title refers to what my housekeeping trainer told me today. She was happy not to be doing the wiping and vacuuming. "I love making the beds," and her happy face confirmed it. While I was mopping yet another bathroom, I was thinking that however hard I look, I can't see a career in this. It made me doubt the second year of travelling. Then again, perhaps there are career opportunities in the restaurant line of work. Live and see. At the moment I'm just looking forward to my first paycheck on Monday :)
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