There is one other thing that I really miss. A good curry!
The eating arrangements are, as a ski guide, I eat guest breakfast, get my lunch for free at the mountain restaurants, join guests at afternoon tea with cakes, biscuits, ham and cheese, etc, and then have staff tea at 6pm, unless some guests invite me to join them for the guest 3 course dinner.
The worst meal of all the above is staff tea. Don't get me wrong, sometimes it can be excellent, but sometimes it is pretty poor. Yes, I have been made to eat Jamie Oliver's worst meal... Chicken nuggets and chips! Jamie, if I get this again, please save me!
Sometimes staff tea has been a curry, not a bad curry, but not a proper curry. I need a decent curry, very soon!
Friday, 10 April 2009
Things I Miss - 4 Months In
There are many things I miss but here is list of the ones that come to mind:
My Own Space - I am still sharing an apartment with an 18 year old and a 21 year old. Thankfully, for me anyway, the fourth person in the room who slept on the bunk above me got fired for being a not brilliant barman. It all seemed unfair, but now I have a small corner of the small apartment to myself. Sometimes it is good to be a little selfish!
A Toothpaste Free Sink - What is it with these young lads. They seem to squirt more toothpaste around the sink than they put on a toothbrush!
Clean Crockery - These young lads have been so spoilt that they think by putting a plate near the sink it will automatically wash itself. I have explained in detail that this is not the case. I wash them up so that I can have my toast on a clean plate. It's not magic!
A Pint of Bitter - Lager, lager, lager... Yuck! Give me a decent pint of bitter. Harvey's, Pedigree, London Pride, but not John Smith's Smooth.
Older Colleagues - All these young colleagues that I work with, whose average age is about half of mine, can be fun company for part of an evening, but I'm not sure I could manage it for another month. Thankfully, I don't have to!
Friends & Family - Yes, I miss my friends and family. I can contact them by e-mail, text or hand written letter, but it's just not the same. I'll be back soon!
Oh, there are so many other things I miss...
My Own Space - I am still sharing an apartment with an 18 year old and a 21 year old. Thankfully, for me anyway, the fourth person in the room who slept on the bunk above me got fired for being a not brilliant barman. It all seemed unfair, but now I have a small corner of the small apartment to myself. Sometimes it is good to be a little selfish!
A Toothpaste Free Sink - What is it with these young lads. They seem to squirt more toothpaste around the sink than they put on a toothbrush!
Clean Crockery - These young lads have been so spoilt that they think by putting a plate near the sink it will automatically wash itself. I have explained in detail that this is not the case. I wash them up so that I can have my toast on a clean plate. It's not magic!
A Pint of Bitter - Lager, lager, lager... Yuck! Give me a decent pint of bitter. Harvey's, Pedigree, London Pride, but not John Smith's Smooth.
Older Colleagues - All these young colleagues that I work with, whose average age is about half of mine, can be fun company for part of an evening, but I'm not sure I could manage it for another month. Thankfully, I don't have to!
Friends & Family - Yes, I miss my friends and family. I can contact them by e-mail, text or hand written letter, but it's just not the same. I'll be back soon!
Oh, there are so many other things I miss...
Life Distilled Down to Two Colours
My life has become very simple and straightforward.
I only have two keys: one green and one red:-
Green = Go = The key for the ski guides' room where I store my skis and boots.
Red = Stop - The key for the apartment where I go to bed to sleep. Note: Red rhymes with bed, a very useful aide-memoire when I have had a few drinks.
How simple is that? No other keys are required in my life out here.
I only have two keys: one green and one red:-
Green = Go = The key for the ski guides' room where I store my skis and boots.
Red = Stop - The key for the apartment where I go to bed to sleep. Note: Red rhymes with bed, a very useful aide-memoire when I have had a few drinks.
How simple is that? No other keys are required in my life out here.
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