Internship Diary of Jinshitan International Conference Center (Hotel)
On Friday, April 29th, Yin
I looked up at my watch. It was already seven o'clock in the morning, and I woke up after the last sleep in my dormitory before the internship. I rubbed my sleepy eyes, packed my bags silently, said goodbye to my friends briefly, and embarked on the road to the internship at Jinshitan International Conference Center.
The car is driving on a wide and smooth road, and the wind is blowing. I have extremely complicated feelings in my heart. What kind of internship is this? Are we going to bid farewell to the innocent student days and embark on the society? What kind of environment will it be, who will I meet, what impact will they have on the course of my life, and will it be a fleeting memory? The teacher said that every time people go to a strange environment, they can't help but feel a sense of fear. So, with such expectation and slight fear, we drove to Jinshitan with the car.
The blue sea, endless sky, seabirds' eyeful green space, and the wonderful imagination of Golden Stone Beach, the royal back garden of China, vanished when we visited here. All we saw was the slightly morbid grass and the fishy beach, and no one except us. The weather is a little gloomy. Looking at the staff dormitory covered with cobwebs and dust, we all smiled helplessly. Here, we will shed our blood and youth for two months.
The general manager met us in the conference room which costs 1,111 yuan an hour. I feel that it can be described in one word. The cold and cold weather and atmosphere are in sharp contrast with the steaming tea on the general manager's desk. After the meeting, the heads of various departments began to select employees. We were like a group of lambs ready to be slaughtered, and our fate was suddenly transferred to others, but our amiable teachers had long since disappeared.
A black and fat woman came up to me, looked at the information I filled in, made me stand up, compared my height with her, and gestured to me to follow her, so I became a waiter in a western restaurant inexplicably. Listening to the students' complaints, I don't care, no matter where I go, let it be.
I was lying on a hard bed at night, and I pressed the quilt hard on my body. Yesterday I was reading a law book in the school study room, but today I am here as a western food waiter. This is fate. Since it is futile to resist, close your eyes and enjoy it.
It's sunny on Saturday, April 31th.
At nine o'clock in the morning, I got the first work clothes of my generation, including black trousers, dacron white shirt, grey plaid vest and small bow tie. After wearing them, I stood in front of the mirror. Was that me? Everything is so strange except shoes, socks and underwear. Even my body strongly rejects these intruders, because from now on, they will deprive me of the right to wear my own clothes.
The catering department asked for nine people, and I was assigned to western food, and nine girls were assigned to Chinese food. I was very depressed, because I was the only one in western food. You know, when I first set foot in society, my closest relatives were my classmates, lovely classmates. Where are you? Who will accompany me?
Just when I was sad, a handsome little girl came up to me and said, "Are you a new intern? Divide western food? " She looked at me. I glanced at her. "Yes, which department are you in?" Let me ask you something back. "I'm the receptionist. You can see me in western food. Come and play with me when you are free?" She smiled at me and walked away. At the moment when she smiled, I found that her mouth was so big, so there was another woman named big mouth among the people I knew. (I always call women in mixed society)
The black and fat woman is my foreman, called Chi Jun, who is one year younger than me, but I still call her Chi Jie considering the relationship between superiors and subordinates. Chi Jie led me to my work place, Dalian Golden Beach International Conference Center Western Restaurant, which has a loud name but only a small site. It takes me one minute to walk around it. I have to work eight hours a day, one hour and sixty minutes. I have to walk 481 times a day, one hundred steps a day, and I have to walk 4,811 steps a day. Boring people naturally have ways to kill boring time. My first day of work was very easy, and I spent it bored and lonely in calculating how much money I could earn by taking one step.
there are no guests to eat.