Back to reality
Am I happy to be back?
Walking tired in a rainy London, catching a commuters train heading for the north.
Nearly 100 unread emails in my inbox, reports to finalize, queries, system issues and a constant lack of time.
To suddenly swop the all inclusive buffets to a canteen where sausages and mash are gourmet food and where the daily rum is nowhere to be found.
But on the other hand;
lovely collegues to lead my way, preparations for a trip to Puerto Plata for our film team, answering questions from everywhere and everyone about my hotels, helping out with an article about Cuba, going through all my 700 photos from the resort trip.
I do love my job.
Walking tired in a rainy London, catching a commuters train heading for the north.
Nearly 100 unread emails in my inbox, reports to finalize, queries, system issues and a constant lack of time.
To suddenly swop the all inclusive buffets to a canteen where sausages and mash are gourmet food and where the daily rum is nowhere to be found.
But on the other hand;
lovely collegues to lead my way, preparations for a trip to Puerto Plata for our film team, answering questions from everywhere and everyone about my hotels, helping out with an article about Cuba, going through all my 700 photos from the resort trip.
I do love my job.
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