Let us get right to it. I have collaborated along side some of my hospitality members (thank you Tina, Jason and Orla). I have worked in hospo (if you don’t know what that word is then I feel sorry for you) for about 3 years. Which for some people is hardly no time at all. Personally I think every human being should have to work in hospo for at least 6 months to understand. As the saying goes; a person who is nice but not nice to the waiter is not a nice person.
I know there are some of you who are out there not sure if you should go into the hospitality sector or you think its easy. I can say no its not easy. We just make it look that way. So here is the list.
- Its a very social job.
- Flexi hours.
- Meet some amazing and interesting people.
- Creates interpersonal skills.
- Networking; leads to other jobs etc.
- Free food. Depending on how amazing your boss is. Mine is amazing.
- The ‘Regulars’.
- Makes your more empathetic towards people in the service industry.
- Keeps you patient.
- You have amazing work stories.
- Can be super sassy.
- You learn many training styles.
- A now mostly smoke free environment.
- You get to sell amazing products.
- You become amazing at time management.
- You appreciate good hospitality.
- You can travel with the skills you learn.
Reason not to?
- You realise how horrible the human race is. If you snap your fingers to summon me then you do not get a smile.
- You do have to work weekends.
- Unsocial hours.
- You work long hours.
- Crap pay to begin with.
- Work with the same people every day in some places.
- You watch people have fun.
- You go home smelling like food.
- There is a lot of sexist nature.
What I can tell you is that its a job that is forever changing and challenging. I would highly recommend going for it. If anything you will learn and understand what happens behind the scenes. If anything you will tip when you do get good service because you know what that is. If you work in hospo then please share/tell me your stories or reasons!! Would love to know!! Enjoy your Saturday night and be nice to your waiter.
Today is Tuesday. It is also day two of the first week of uni. Auckland University thinks its a great idea to start so late. I mean its March. You know the third month into the year. But hey we do things differently way up here.
I would like to apologize for not having any recent blog posts. I have been rather blah. And I have been sorting my life out. Plus working. Being short staffed is not a fun time. I can tell you that now. I think I still need to sleep for a month to catch up.
I feel like just chatting to you all as I sit here on the couch. So, how are you? Are you well? (Like you can talk to me) Shall we discuss some things that have pissed me off lately. Shall we list them. I like doing that.
- People who don’t understand how lucky their situation is. Being the most basic of basic bitches. Please complain, thats what I wanted on my first day of university. A giant black cloud pouring out with rain. Take your weather elsewhere.
- Swollen glands. Mate, bain of my life. Can I not sound like a man. thank you.
- Heat. Humidity. Dammit Auckland. STAAAAAPH.
- People who do not smell themselves being entering into public. Yo, if I can smell you after you have been in an area. Go and deal with yourself. No one finds it sexy. Not in the slightest.
Is anyone else having trouble sleeping? Or are you all counting your sheep? Do you know what is scary is that I turn 21 this year. Jessica in my class said this “20 is such an ugly age”. And now that I think about it. I fully agree. Like what is 20? Icky. What’s worse that 20? Being 20 and engaged. Or married. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? If your news feed is anything like mine, full of babies and marriage. Last night a girl popped on my news feed, now engaged. She was born in 1996. 1996 people. SHES TURNING 19. When I was 18 I had to deal with study link. Not dimond rings. Each to their own. Just not in my 5 year plan. NO ONE GET DOWN ON ONE KNEE, YA HEAR?
You want to know an honest thoughts? I am just going to tell you anyway because you can’t say no. I have no idea what I am writing. Really its all word vomit and you are still reading. Congratulation friend. I really want a terrarium and some flowers. Lillys to sit in my bedroom and smell lovely. I am rather pissed off with one of my friends. Have been for a few months. The guy at the gym judged me for only working out for 30 mins. He doesn’t know I have a major back injury or study dance. He now sees me and comments on how long I work out for. My mum who reads this blog. (Hey Jenny.) Told me that I missed the boat on my career and thinks I should do this all the time. Writing blogs. I thought with a debt owing to the government I could do both.
Its my last year of University and I am really not sure on whether or not I will do postgraduate studies. I could do my honors. Just a year and be done with it? I don’t know anything anymore. So watch this space.
I was sitting in the park eating my brown rice, salmon and avocado sushi when it occurred to me the last time I had thought about my Ex Boyfriend. Now don’t get me wrong, you wont find me thinking about my past boyfriend all the time. But I can’t straight out lie and say I never think of him. So there I was, ‘enjoying’ Auckland’s heat (which is just humidity on steroids) and I caught myself deep within thought about how that damn boy is. What would he be doing on a Friday afternoon and where he was with his life plans. What one should note is that my Ex and I don’t talk. We aren’t friends on Facebook and I am 99% certain he blocked me on instagram. (Took that to heart way more than I should of). But for you to understand where we both are in our lives and for this to add up to something then you need some background information. There will be those of you who know who I am talking about and in no way is this to shame or hurt him. Just understand this:
- We were together for a year and a half.
- We lived 504km apart and felt every single bit of distance.
- We saw each other face to face every three months.
- We were both very busy people.
- We broke up because we were on different paths.
He was/is the most amazing guy. I hold no bitterness towards him and do wish him the best in life. I am not angry nor do I get upset at him for not wanting to have a friendship. I do wish he would just let me know that he is okay. Wishful thinking right? But out of the ashes this is what he has taught me:
- There is not enough hours in the day. No matter how much you time manage.
- Distance is no excuse not to have a relationship.
- Communication is key. If its a call, text, letter, skype, facebook just send it.
- Sometimes you have to be the grown up in the situation. And sometimes that sucks.
- Go out for dinner. Don’t stop courting one another. Dress up and be nervous like that first date.
- Be sure you know who you are before the relationship. Its who you are at the end of it all.
- Be open. With the past, with ideas, with resolutions, with help.
- Keep going. Don’t stop because it gets a bit hard.
- Pancakes can be eaten at any time of the day.
- People do genuinely care.
Reflecting on my past relationship I remind myself that these lessons were taught to me during the partnership and when it came apart seam by seam. What we had was amazing but it wouldn’t of lasted a life time because we were both very strong people with big life goals. It was just that these goals were on a trajectory heading further and further away from one another.
Now, like I said we don’t talk. There are certain days were he will be on my mind because of reason I don’t wish to disclose. I do offer an olive branch on these days not hoping for a friendship, but as a gentle reminder that I am still here to talk. We were best friends at the end of it all.
So where does this leave us now? From what I know (I keep an ear close to the ground) my Ex Boyfriend is busy, healthy and with that I would assume happy. So thats where I will leave it. Take what you want from your past relationship and turn it into lessons for life. Otherwise it was a waste. And we don’t want that do we?
Mastering city life can be a little tricky but if you can do these 5 things, then congratulations on being a well established gal.
- Be able to go for lunch by herself and not feel embarrassed. I think that there is nothing sweeter than watching a girl sit in a cafe and just be herself whilst having a coffee and a bagel.
- Baking. Straight and simple baking. Coming from a girl from a small town. Filling an apartment full of the smell of brownies. Nothing can compare and make one feel more at home.
- Your “other hand” nails. I’m right handed and mastering painting my left hand has been one of the greatest challenges.
- Know when to be delicate and when to be a bad ass. If someone bumps into you on the main street is no reason to cry however if your room mates have not cleaned their dishes in 3 weeks that when you put your foot down. Your not a animal.
- To live independently from family and friends. No financial help. No constant checking up. No google. To know the answer to a problem without having to ask for help.