Posted in grousings , workaholic
I would wake up every morning, thinking what fresh hell the day would bring. No, my job doesn't suck. The management I work with... well, tricky stuff. Which reminds why I refused to enter the hotel industry when I graduated from Tourism Management. Political relationships are not my cup of tea.
Then again, I would have to start learning the 'hard knocks' of this pragmatic, harsh cold society. Everything else in the past have been a bed of roses.
I was being screamed at this morning. It wasn't only directed to me. Perhaps a false impression I had that hoteliers have higher EQ than layman. Apparently not so.
No love lost. Really. I'm above all that and besides, I'm getting the hang of this shitz. The Godiva truffles sent to our office was the best thing that happened. A couple of Martinis helped too.
I'd love to dream of a few Michelin-starred chefs in my dream tonight. Bonne nuit!
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