Man proposes but She disposes!

Funny incident.

Worked with this Indian girl at Twickers a few weeks ago. Really pretty. Good girl. Spent some time chatting with her with no intention of asking her out. Nevertheless we added each other on facebook or rather I added her on facebook and we talked for a while thereon. She went back to wherever for her Uni and I didn't hear from her ever since.

Come this Saturday for the Kiwi game, I see her queuing up for her Signing in on a level below my floor. I was in the lift and I just had a quick glance, she did too and in that brief 3 second period, I waved at her and asked her to come up and she waved back "ok, call me!". Brilliant I thought. Hence as soon as a I got on my desk, I called the floor manager downstairs and asked him to send her up to me and promised him some really pretty replacements.

Here's how it went...

Alok: Hey man, do me a massive favour, you should have this girl XYZ in your staff queue. Send her upstairs and I'll send you the hottest girl that comes to me.

Y: Umm what's her name? How does she look like..?

A: XYZ...Indian girl, long hair...you'll notice.

Y: Ahh, hey ..(Chitter chatter)...Mate, she says she doesn't want to come coz she's got her friend with her.

A: Nah it's alright, send both of em' and I'll send you 2 girls. Like for like replacement.

Y: ...(Chitter chatter)...nah mate she says no she doesn't want to come. Sorry!

A: (BUMP)! Alright thanks! Bye..

I have no idea what happened there but it was shocking. I hadn't in the slightest thought of that. I tried to ignore it and concentrate on the job ahead but it kept on playing at the back of my mind. It really bamboozled me.

I went downstairs midway through the day to have a chat with "Y" and see what he had to say. I met him and he started laughing. He said "Mate, she said she doesn't want to work with you today or next week. She even said to me that you have no chance with her. Forget about her man!" I was like, wtf! I was feeling so low because this was totally random. I had no intentions of getting into her pants neither did I protrude any behaviour to suggest the same. The way we chatted for over an hour when we first met all but suggested that she thought I was a funny guy and she kind of took me as a nice guy! So when I heard of all this, it obviously meant she was pretending to be nice to me just because I was a manager and inside she was just waiting for me to fuck off. It pissed me off and I just decided to not give a fuck and walk straight off.

When I went home, I was kind of taken aback when I saw her facebook post on my wall quite early in the morning asking me if I was working that day at Twicks. I was wondering if she didn't want to talk or work with me why the hell would she ask me that?

Hence I decided to msg her on facebook and clear off any misunderstanding. I let her know I have no intentions of hitting on her and I was really surprised she said all of that to "Y".

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She replied back instantly, saying she didn't say any of that and the way she said it was reverted back to me in a totally wrong way. Obviously, the guy wanted to keep her on his floor and she said some really nice things. Made my day!

Hence proven, Guys are dickheads!

And the biggest of them all is "Y".

Time for REVENGE! Wait for Part 2 to this post..;)

Kiwis in town, HAKA dance and the matter of punctuality

D'oh! After reading people scribble on their blog for quite a few days, I've decided to follow suite. I've never been very good at keeping my mouth shut just like Jonathan Ross but converting those thoughts to words and eventually on the blog has been a problem of sorts. I put it down to getting no time and being busy with work while some may put it down to sheer laziness. To those "some", a one finger salute, although they are sort of correct. Sort of.

So, had a very entertaining past week. Eventful. November and December is one of the busiest period of our event manager's lives up here in London because of all the November and December Internationals at Twickenham. 6 in total. We all look forward to the start of the month and as soon as the first game is over, you can't wait for the end of the 6th. It is the time to make money, but at the cost of some real donkey arse hard work. But oh well, we mere mortals have to slog around to make our gold unlike some shrek-ish creatures who just show dissent and get rewarded with over 200k GBP a week. Don't bother with the maths my fellow Indians, it is pointless. And if you don't know what I mean, google Rooney! ;)

I was particularly enthusiastic about these two months. It means more business for me and more work for all the guys over the holiday period. On the Thursday though, I was so over enthusiastic, I woke up early at about 5am, got ready and was at work at about 5:45am. I was looking forward to seeing the security guards on duty to be amazed at my punctuality but instead found out there was not a soul around. After parking on the "RFU Staff" (Im not one) parking space at the Old Rugby House, I made my way into the stadium to see the Duty Manager. Still, No one around.

I don't get it. I am 15 Mins early to work for Christs sake! How the hell no ones' there to notice when you're early to work but the entire world including your bosses walk past you when you're 5 mins late is absolutely surprising to me. But it was a fantastic day nonetheless.

Was looking forward to the New Zealand game since a year because I wanted to particularly see them do The Haka in front of 82,00 English Supporters. It has been my long term dream to watch the Haka after watching it on youtube hundreds of time. Fortunately, I was asked to look after Level 6, the view from where, was absolutely stunning to say the least. I literally felt like I was up in the clouds when I saw the first wave of supporters crowding in.

What goes around comes around. Time is the Healer.

I was given 3 Supervisors to work with on Level 6.

1st Guy was/is my immediate boss at Ascot. He was shocked at the role reversal when he was informed I was going to be his boss for the next 2 months.

2nd Guy was a former Sodexho Cash Declaration guy who once half strip searched me 3 years ago citing "random searches" as a reason. Absolute racist and I always hated him since. But the moment I heard he was going to be working under me, the monster in me started growling. Result, he ended up in the bloody hot kitchen dealing with a bloody monster of a man called the "head chef". Someone had to do it, I had a good enough reason to appoint him to do that job! ;)

3rd supervisor was a beautiful girl called Aggie. Never worked before as a supervisor. Didn't like that fact but its always a first time for everyone and I was more than sufficiently staffed so I didn't really mind. Besides it's good to have some good looking creatures working with you. You don't want a sausage fest do you?

Time has a funny way of dealing with things. I have learned over the past few months that if you put your head down and get the job done, you will be rewarded in some way or the other. This Saturday was a very good example. It was hard to get these guys on board to work with me and understand that I was their boss. I didn't want them to pass their judgement based on the amount of melanin in their skin but eventually when I managed to convince them that I wasn't there to boss around but work "with" them, we were absolutely cruising with Alex's hardcore action in the kitchen, Simon's experience, Alex's co-operation and my Logistical know-how about the stadium. We were The Dream Team.

On the closing note, I did get to watch The Haka. Recorded this video. It was such a magnificent feeling when the English Supporters started singing when the Kiwis started the HAKA. Had goosebumps all over me. Brilliant!

Anyway, I'll probably do this blogging thing on a regular basis if I feel like it. But for now Tchao!