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!
