7.00 AM: Finally a decent time to have the alarm go, no strange hours right now (carefully avoiding my timetable on Wednesday and Thursday).
After a strange week with a small amount of hours of sleep, I am glad to sleep in until 7.
8.30 AM:With my fresh bread rolls and a Tall Double shot Toffee Nut Latte (no cream) from Starbucks, I set myself behind my desk and realize there was no reason for getting breakfast this morning. It is FRIDAY!! A.k.a. everyone brings croissants, doughnuts and other types of delicious treats along for the rest of the office and we all start stuffing ourselves.
9.15 AM: Crisis arises, as I am in charge for preparing the show round rooms for potential guests and clients,my colleague harasses me that he needs the rooms in 5 minutes… but they are not clean yet! (as in: housekeeping hasn’t cleaned them yet).
Running down to reception I receive three rooms but when I arrive to check them, they are all OCCUPIED!! Again I dash down to the young man behind the counter, who just moments ago shamelessly flirted and shake him thoroughly and he produces three new rooms… better and (thankfully) empty. Crisis 1 is settled.
10.40 AM: Crisis 2: Guest/Agent complaint. After spending half an hour calming the lady down I finally dash off to Room service and order a fruit basket as a peace offer and write a lovely card. Rest at last.
12.45 PM: No Issues yet. (Ok, I did forget to send my brother a birthday card…hmm)
Finally a chance to keep working on one thing at a time without interruption, no emails, no phone calls, no people crying for your help.
1.45 PM: Suddenly I realise I completely forgot an important memo… The Backstreet Boys are in for a fundraiser lunch! Funnily enough, no one here seems to care or think big of it. I decide to ask.
1.55 AM: Ok, to give a better picture, there was only 1 B-boy coming and whenever someone asked about it outside of the hotel, we’d flatly say: NO! That’s not true.
Well, that was what we were supposed to say. Somehow a few people knew and the lobby was full of interested parties. And I wasn’t there, which was a shame since I would have liked to see the screeching/screaming/hysterically crying deranged fans. (life is so good!) But no… I missed it.
3.00 PM: Sending out my cookie order for next week I realize that it is almost time to go home, fair enough it is still another 2,5 hours but then it is and really will be WEEKEND. Believe me, after you start working for a company like this you start to appreciate your weekends more than while you were a student. There is so much more work to do, such long hours and very demanding people around you that at some points you might feel that it is all about to cave in on you and that you get no rest whatsoever. That’s when your weekend feels like heaven.
Until the next day!!
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