Tuesday, 8 May 2012

At home with the girls

To stop this blog being subtitled 'men I have perved over while I was stuck up a mountain and couldn't watch any TV' I am going to write about two girls instead. I was probably closer to these two girls than anyone else all season. My bestest ski season buddies. Both lived with me in our chalet. Although it was technically the management chalet the fashion designer wasn't management. She was a HA. She also almost point blank refused to carry on living in the staff accommodation after a series of unfortunate events. These events started off with the place constantly being a shit tip and the toilet leaking and culminated with a drunk Frenchman sitting on her bed in the middle of the night. She came mid season and found it very difficult to adjust to the generally disgusting behaviour of the staff.

After the unfortunate Frenchman incident, when her chief policeman father almost flew out to bring her back. The hotel manager approached me, the rep and the childcare manager to ask if we minded her moving in.

Now after the other assistant manager moved out and went over to Mark warner I had just about had the room to myself. I had pushed my bed and the bunk bed together so I could have a double bed and the rep stayed with the childcare manager all the time anyway.

I knew I would love the fashion designer to move in but on on condition- I didn't lose the double bed. I'm not quite sure why I wanted it so much to be honest. It was two beds pushed together and the two beds were different sizes so one bed was an inch higher than the other. And, apart from on one occasion, there was never more than one person sleeping in it anyway. However the single bed was next to the wall and the bunk bed nearest the door so it was a bit like climbing into a cave every night, it was a fun, adventurous kind of a bed. You just had to be careful not miss judge where the top bunk started and knock yourself out. I never did this. Someone else did though, once.

So the fashion designer moved into my top bunk. And the rep moved full time into the childcare manager's bedroom. He was initially dead against this but would never stop the fashion designer moving in. The reason he was dead against the rep moving in was that he didn't want to share his wardrobe. There was always a running joke that he would come home one day to find all her stuff in his wardrobe. He always got really upset at this. But then he finally conceded and cleared her out one shelf.

The rep wasn't originally supposed to live in the chalet either. She moved in quite early on in the season when it became obvious there just wasn't enough room in the main staff accommodation. At a 'crisis' meeting between myself, the childcare manager and the area manager, I was just about to suggest the rep moving in with us when the childcare manager butted it 'err I was err thinking of the rep moving in, (to me) err would you mind'. I had to stop myself bursting out with laughter because I had known he fancied her for over a week now. 'No I wouldn't mind that at all' I said. And she moved in the next day

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