A job is for life...not just for christmas!

Trip Start Feb 24, 2009
Trip End Feb 22, 2010

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Friday, December 25, 2009

So the day that most of the western world take off, having worked hard for the year, I thought it was only fair I worked...it goes well with the irony that this whole trip has taken. 

Feeling a little lost and in search of Christmas cheer I was drawn to Cheeky Chapattis on Christmas eve, by mulled wine and mince pies. Whilst I reveled in the obvious English banter of the owners the place got busier, and busier. A friend of the owners and my fellow bar stool companion was roped into helping carry a few plates. The Owner, a great lady whom clearly stood up to the title of "Madame" addressed to her by the staff was looking a little 'frayed' with whole tandoori chickens and roast potatoes heading in different directions. As orders were shouted, questions were asked and answers given to four different people about five different subjects on three different tables. I couldn't help feel a tinge of compassion and admiration...that could easily be me. I knew the adrenalin was pumping and the relief of a good nights service was like a drug I hadn't experienced in many months. Eventually my offer to lend a hand was pointed towards clearing glasses and empty beer bottles from tables full of happy holiday makers, local ex pats and whole tandoori chickens. One by one I rose in status progressing to head plate carrier by the end of the night. I was called their Christmas Angel...or was I more of a fallen star? Or maybe an unwanted Christmas gift you can't get rid off (like he cat that keeps climbing in the window at Toto's house and sleeping on the sofa). No I was defiantly their Angel as a note was slipped into my hand and my attendance requested on Christmas day.

As a child I could always be bossy...despite the chaos of my wardrobe, I like order and within a week I was loving running the evening shifts, skipping around the restaurant barking orders (not my finest point) and ensuring the food was as superb as intended (checking the home made chunky chips, chili jam, chocolate tart and Bailey's are all tough aspects to the role), the service as smooth as possible and the guests as full as the till! I loved taking a leading role in the organized chaos any well run restaurant has. I enjoyed the back of house banter as much as the cheerful chatter to salivating guests. And finishing the night counting money and tips with a home baked chocolate brownie or a 'panner tikka garlic nann wrap with szechuan chicken and blue cheese stuffed mushrooms' wasn't awful either....oooh and a glass of wine!
Thus...having reached some sort of decision on "what should I do after India" my mind was blended like a Mojito, and I now wonder if It really is possible to live the ex-pat dream here, where the living is cheap and easy, the sky is starry, the sand is warm and the work is fun!?   

Oh yeah.............Merry Christmas to you all too!
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