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Transfer day is the day when most people have to be up really early in the morning to see the guests off, then deep clean the hotel, then work in the evening after the 6-8 hour airport turnaround with the new guests. Usually, Sunday is also the nannies day off because there are no kids to look after that day. Thankfully, because I have to work until 2am, I don’t have to start work (ie. Deep Cleaning the bar with Iain)) until 9am, rather than 4.30am like everyone else. Stupidly, I took this to be an invitation to get drunk and go on the infamous weekly ‘Nanny night out’ on Saturday night. It was good fun, but I woke up Sunday morning and my kidneys (or something in that general region) hurt. Also I could hardly talk because I’d been battling a scratchy throat and dry cough for about a month (as has pretty much everyone in the hotel in various degrees.) I felt like death warmed up, and it wasn’t even because of the lame hangover. I thought ‘STOP’ I need to get healthy. I need to de-tox. I lasted nearly 12 hours before a guest insisted I shoot a shot of vodka with him, then I thought I might as well start the de-tox on Wednesday as it’s the big Natives night Tuesday. Click here to check out my report and pictures on Natives… I think I chose the wrong week to give up drinking. I don’t know if things are coming to a head naturally or if it’s because there’s no alcohol in my system to fuel my apathy towards it, but the internal bickering is starting to get to me. Without going into details, there seems to be a couple of HODs that seem to see themselves as better than everyone else and the rules don’t apply to them. I have no problem with breaking rules, but if you’re going to break rules, you make sure you don’t get caught, and you certainly don’t flagrantly break them in front of people who should be enforcing them. Otherwise, you have to incur punishments and bad feeling emerges. This is where we’re at in the bar this week. One person has been barred already and a couple of others are waiting in the wings next time they step out of line. It's not a nice place to be, but the amount of respect people have been showing the bar is decreasing, and for all our sakes that needs to be changed. Anyway, enough of all that, by the end of the week I made a pledge to myself along the lines of ‘Fuck all this, I’m here to board.’ Fuck
drinking - I can do that at home. I’m going to go boarding everyday. At the moment I’m working 60 odd hours a week and I’m getting out on the mountain, once, maybe twice a week if I’m lucky and that’s just not good enough. I don’t care if I’m always knackered at work, snowboarding is what I’m here to do and I’m going to do it. The rest are just conditions of passage. Oh joy, guess what? I have to be up at 4.30am transfer day to help clean the rooms and see the guests off. That’ll mean I start 2 and a half hours after I usually go to bed, then have to stick around for another 22 hours before finishing the late shift. 2 am the next day. |
