“So this is how you do it.”

“Anyone got a spare spine?”, said Will just a moment ago. We’ve been training 80 staff how to do operate this cavernous restaurant we just built, which is a little odd considering we don’t really know how it’s going to play out. They’re willing young men and women though, our staff. I’ll get to know them over the week. It’s a lot of names but they’re all the people we’re going to see. For many of them this will be their first job, so it’s on us to treat them well but get them working. I mentioned my first boss a few days ago here. These things, these moments and these people stick with you, even if you’re just doing it because dad told you to get a job.

We’ve finished comparatively early but the days are long and there’s little if any time to stop, which is not ideal in this heat but at least I’ll lose weight. And I’m always happier busy. I remember emerging from the Open Golf Tournament three years ago blinking in the air, having to rediscover what it is to be a person. To not to have to be thinking ahead about what needs to happen next while also doing something different with each hand, detailing people to do something else and balancing a ten foot pole on a cat.

I’m hoping to put some money on the horses too, but I have literally no clue how to tell which horse is looking fresh. It’ll add a certain something when I’m being genial to someone, seeing Monstrous Plopster thundering through the final furlong ahead of the pack by three lengths and knowing I’ve got a fiver on him. If you know your stuff, I’d gladly take tips by message and if I find time to read them I’ll put a few down. If not it’s gonna be random. I’ll probably try and let you know what I’ve put money on here so you can all laugh as I fritter away my hard earned cash. But this is what one does here, as far as I can glean. That and drink champagne in hats. And I can’t do that when I’m working.

I’ve just sat in a car park throwing jacket potato and curry down my gullet in the sunset. It’s free. Free food always tastes great. But now I’m torn between desire for a beer and the fact I’m up at 5 and should probably shave myself and groom a bit before bed, as I won’t feel like it in the morning.

Opening day tomorrow. I’ve got the song from My Fair Lady on my mind. I think I’m too tired to keep writing sentences. So this will have to do. Here’s a sneaky picture of the training.


I think at the time we were going through “The golden rules of service.” More adjectives, associated with values and behaviours. When did that become so common? Maybe I’ve just lived in different circles.

Right. I’m off to sleep. Three more words.

Author: albarclay

This blog is a work of creative writing. Do not mistake it for truth. All opinions are mine and not that of my numerous employers.

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