Real News

C’est moi, A.

J keeps grumbling that I’m neglecting the blog, but the truth is I’m intimidated by his ‘hilarious’ anecdotes about Gregor and pervy Patrick.

I’m going to deliver an informative, factual account of recent events instead, and not even attempt to be funny.

J and I are getting into the swing of things with regards to work life, we are getting in for dinner service at 6pm and usually out by 9pm, which is a vast improvement on our previous 5-10:30pm timing. Morning service is still pretty slow going, in at 7:30 and out at 10:30/11ish.

We argue ALL the time whilst working, over really stupid things like who gets to eat the last leftover canapé. I called J selfish last night and we didn’t speak for the last 2 hours of service. He is very greedy though, whilst sitting on a chairlift he often pulls something from his pocket that he’s stolen from the chalet, and as I have taken responsibility for the weekly shop/budget control (much to the amusement of my colleagues who think I fancy the finance guy. I don’t) this annoys me a lot.

Luckily our guests seem to find the bickering amusing, I suspect they don’t realise we are being serious. We were interrupted in the middle of a massive argument (over a sandwich) the other day by our guest who told us we were a comedy act.

Fortunately the minute we leave the chalet the tension disapparates (is that a real word? Or a harry potter word?) and if things are particularly bad I stick on a bit of Marvin Gaye, and pour J a glass of port (which he’s developed so much of a liking for that we’ve had to replace the ‘Duck in a dark port sauce’ with ‘Duck a l’orange’ for several weeks running now.)

Last night we all went to an open mic night and J sang quite a few tunes, much to everyone’s amusement. It was a good night, which was a relief, as last time we went out J managed to get in a fight. Everyone tried to break it up except for the Essex Girl who actively encouraged it.

My lovely flatmate took a tumble down some steps and broke her foot though, which was very sad to see. Third injury among staff this week – I am definitely buying a helmet, I have started venturing into the snowparks and attempting little kickers so I would be an idiot to not get one I guess. Hopefully tips this week will pay for it, but I’m not optimistic as our guests this week are new to chalet-holidays and probably don’t realise its customary to tip the host. We have made a small fortune in babysitting and sandwich-making over the last few weeks though!

Anyway, this is bare long, I need to go rescue tonights dinner from the finance guys sink, and then go have a nap, theres been no snow since Christmas Day and its pretty icy out there, the bottom of my skis are all scratched up and need a bit of TLC before I take them out again.

Love Love Love to all!

ps: I'm back to italics as apparently my lack of continuity in font choice was irritating one reader...  seriously Colbeck, get a hobby. x