Posted by in Hostess by chance Monday. Working eight hours. Double shift. Double foot pain. The pain is directly proportional to the money earn. It does not console me. Today I cannot really afford it, I would be in a different place to light years away. There are days when it’s hard to give smiles, even sketchy. It is not…Read more »
Posted by in Hostess by chance In the field of my personal classification of the coffee bar people, there are the health, conscious, obstinate former smokers which in a mere tobacco’s shop (meaning without other services as food and beverage) never enter, on principle. The dialogue with them is enough agitated, so I have to try not to pull…Read more »
Posted by in Hostess by chance It is just as easy to classify the local clients in macro-categories. After two months of work I can say that the person types change depending on the type of tobacco’s shop and related area. I’m about to explain myself. Usually, coffee bar that have the license also to sell tobacco are located in the…Read more »
Posted by in Hostess by chance, Senza categoria The real charm of this work, at least for me, is that I can be who I want with who I want. To my interlocutor, in fact, it does not matter if I introduce myself like Aria or Anna, whether I study or I have another job. They do not really want to know…Read more »
Posted by in Hostess by chance I’m back on the tube. This time I’m stuck in front of the sliding door, I do not sit down, and I will not be distracted by anyone, in fact I take the count of the stops and the seconds that the metro takes to reach its objectives. Minus three, two, one … “stop San…Read more »
Posted by in Hostess by chance I must make a great effort to motivate me and keep running, so, I focus the reasons that convinced me to come here. I always wanted to do a lifetime experience in London, but I never had enough money, no time, to do so. I told to myself, for years, a lot of stories…Read more »
Posted by in Hostess by chance Obviously, when I come back to my senses I am already two stops after mine and I have to go back. No comment. Indeed, here are some comments: “What the heck am I doing here listening the singer Pausini in a Chinese version at already eight in the morning? What came to my mind…Read more »
Posted by in Hostess by chance I appeared into the tobacco’ shop, clumsy as ever because of the bag that I drag myself across Milan full of gadgets and curious gizmos craft which, every time, because of their ongoing mutual slamming into the bag, I find trimmed and / or dented. I will spend my morning as hostess next to…Read more »
Posted by in Hostess by chance 6:50 a.m., wake up. I open one eye while through the other I’m dreaming that are still 2:00 in the morning so I could sleep a few more hours. To make the dream a bit more real, I postpone the harmy melody of other precious ten minutes and then of another ten. Now it’s late.…Read more »
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