Whinging

Ok, cut me some slack. It's been a very busy day. I'm not done with work yet. I have to get up at 5:30am. And the clock is ticking.

I was just chatting with Ian and this story popped up in my head.

I wish I could say I loved it when three people with different shite walking in the door in the same time when I was on the phone talking to other people.

Happened today again when my assistant was out finding bloody bathrobes for the bloody cruise ship.

Finally, got to talk to a spa therapist who wanted to get a job somewhere. A Chinese lady brought her in. And it turned out she couldn't fill in the application form (which was all in English for this purpose) because she couldn't write in English. The Chinese asked me if she could bring the form home and send documents in later. So, I talked to them both.

I asked the spa therapist (pretty politely - which was so out of character!) if she could really just communicate verbally and couldn't write in English at all. She said "Yes, I can speak English. I have a farang boyfriend."

Honestly...........................






I don't give a rat's arse whose partner comes from where.

I only care to know that - you can't write in English, but you want a job in 5-star hotel or overseas or what exactly you are looking for. So I can tell you what chances you have.

Everytime I applied for a job, I never felt the need to mention I had a foreign boyfriend.

That's something wrong with a lot of Thai women.

There are times and times I've heard Thai women bragging about having foreign boyfriend/husband. Other Thai women with a Thai partner would go uhh-ahh as if it was something of high class.

Breaking news; it is fucking not.

Anyway, I told her upfront that she didn't have a chance overseas at all. Even 5-star hotel in Bangkok would be difficult. And suggested she took English classes.