I have had a crazy Thursday. Partly the reason why I started typing this at 1.49am on Friday. I can imagine a fair few bloggers on this site work pretty awful hours and I dedicate this post to how great that can be. Sometimes, I feel like my work experiences go to waste.
I don’t disclose where I work on my blog for a number of reasons. One, I do not like the idea of people knowing my exact location. I have issues with letting family members know of the sometimes controversial blog topics I cover, let alone strangers. I would happily let you know of course, it is the others I am a little concerned about 😉
Secondly, I have to keep aspects of my job under wraps. This is pretty normal I guess, however every now and then I will work with musicians, actors and Ted Talkers (sadly I do not actually get to talk to them personally all that much due to their busy nature) and I have a duty to not type ‘Hey guess who is in town today and heading to this bar/restaurant/strip club?!’ all over my social media. Hospitality is pretty unique in the sense we can be paid very little yet be relied upon by some pretty big names to stay safe and as anonymous as possible.
Today (okay, yesterday) was no exception. It involved a musician of a band sleeping in the back of a vintage car in a car park shortly before the gig. In fact, a fair few people parking to attend the gig walked right by their idol. It makes me think of how often someone I really look up to has been right behind the curtain as I wait in line with my ticket or has been shitting in the cubicle right next to me. It certainly isn’t beyond the realms of possibility.
You never know who is in touching distance, especially if you have travelled to THAT venue to see THAT person. I have learned this by being on either side of that metaphorical curtain, sneaking people through the delivery door whilst having to plead ignorant to fans.
It is also interesting to see the build up to a gig from a performers perspective. Away from the crowds that have held in their pee for eight hours straight clinging to the barrier right in front of the stage, instead the artist being woken up and asking where they are as they are hurled into a van and driven to the venue. This was genuinely how this gig unfolded! To be fair I spoke to fans of this certain band today and was told they put on a great performance with a pretty generous encore, too. Sometimes, you just have to applaud.
Obviously this isn’t the warm up routine for every performer. It is just another insight to the wildly varying world of entertainment. I don’t really know why I haven’t blogged on this more, maybe it is because a part of me doesn’t feel right. As if this is a betrayal of the trust, despite no information being confidential or valuable after person x has been and moved on to the next location. I can only image how Edward Snowden must feel.
Working in a small city (roughly 250,000 people) I feel everything seems a lot closer to home. There is less anonymity walking through the street, I know businesses pretty well and the people that work there, too. There is a beauty and certainly an advantage to this that isn’t always seen in the New York’s, London’s and Tokyo’s of the world. Any big event in town directly affects your business and if there is that big name needing some sweet, sweet hospitality, it could well be through your doors. This is definitely something I will miss greatly when I travel in September.
If you work in hospitality and in particularly a small city, there are some advantages for sure. In the people you meet and the stories you could easily leak to the papers if you were short on cash due to the last staff night out. I’m upset I only have a month left to make the most of it.