During my time in Hospitality I came across all sorts of interesting people. Part-time actors, biologists, musicians, photographers, aspiring teachers, people who spoke 5 different languages, graduates who never followed their dreams.
The emptiness of a job in hospitality might bring at some point a comfortable lightness of mind for it doesn’t require any specific intellectual capacities nor the weight of proving talent. However, the diabolic routine of shallow tasks slowly eats the hope of a brighter future.
Talented people that work in hospitality are frozen product. They live in a limb, half of the time worried about how many hours of work are enough to pay their rent and travels and the other half complaining about the nonsense of this business.
At first I didn’t know exactly why I came to London and I couldn’t explain why I ended up as a waitress in a restaurant instead of searching for a different path, one that matched my education and skills. Being paralysed led me to a random job just to pay the bills.
The best way to get by this hospitality nightmare is to make fun of everything and turn those glorious silly moments into illustrations.