This time of the night, my eyelids gain the most weight and cascade like red curtains draping dangerously near the stage floor. This week has been a tiring week.
I think I've lost abit of steam at work and although it doesn't feel anywhere near a drag going to work, it isn't that fantastic and fulfilling either. Maybe it's just this week I suppose.
Have you ever been hit by a certain phrase or sentence that someone else said, totally unexpected and unrehearsed, and felt that you were so damn dumb to not have seen it from THEIR perspective from the start. As I plough through this week, preparing my guests' arrivals, I begin to ask WHY I'm doing it.
At the start of the week, my collegue and I were just chatting over lunch when she said, "You will love it the first 2 months. You will be tired of Guest Recognition soon." I laughed off her cynism and continued munching on my curried rice. But slowly but gradually, I begin to understand what she meant. Like a spell that cast its magic on me, I started to feel unappreciated for my hard work. My highly eloquent boss, whom I started out idolising, suddenly becomes a monstrous character to behold. Everything just suddenly turns bleak, quite bizarre really. So what if I whacked Housekeeping for forgetting to clean the mirrors or chided Engineering for leaving their bulbs around in the room a guest was about to check into? Who would notice?
I guess the nature of my work doesn't yield a proper, exact "performance indicator", unlike how retailers track sales figures and how it shows in a dirty toilet when toilet cleaners don't clean their loos. It's hard to please everyone and when my collegue jokingly said, "You do all the hard work, but your boss will get all the credit.", I become shocked by the fact that I am actually starting to believe it, as my idealistic image of work life (beyond the pristine lobbies and the spectacular stairways) starts giving way to indifference or worse still abject rejection.
Maybe it's just one of those bad days. The rain and long hours and all. O well.
I think I've lost abit of steam at work and although it doesn't feel anywhere near a drag going to work, it isn't that fantastic and fulfilling either. Maybe it's just this week I suppose.
Have you ever been hit by a certain phrase or sentence that someone else said, totally unexpected and unrehearsed, and felt that you were so damn dumb to not have seen it from THEIR perspective from the start. As I plough through this week, preparing my guests' arrivals, I begin to ask WHY I'm doing it.
At the start of the week, my collegue and I were just chatting over lunch when she said, "You will love it the first 2 months. You will be tired of Guest Recognition soon." I laughed off her cynism and continued munching on my curried rice. But slowly but gradually, I begin to understand what she meant. Like a spell that cast its magic on me, I started to feel unappreciated for my hard work. My highly eloquent boss, whom I started out idolising, suddenly becomes a monstrous character to behold. Everything just suddenly turns bleak, quite bizarre really. So what if I whacked Housekeeping for forgetting to clean the mirrors or chided Engineering for leaving their bulbs around in the room a guest was about to check into? Who would notice?
I guess the nature of my work doesn't yield a proper, exact "performance indicator", unlike how retailers track sales figures and how it shows in a dirty toilet when toilet cleaners don't clean their loos. It's hard to please everyone and when my collegue jokingly said, "You do all the hard work, but your boss will get all the credit.", I become shocked by the fact that I am actually starting to believe it, as my idealistic image of work life (beyond the pristine lobbies and the spectacular stairways) starts giving way to indifference or worse still abject rejection.
Maybe it's just one of those bad days. The rain and long hours and all. O well.