Your day would start with a breakfast filled with frustration and dread!
Around came your boy with water for tea, somewhat tepid as heï¿½s been up all night doing another shift, so walks slowly. Tea sir, yes please we say, into the cup goes the tepid water, waiter goes away; ï¿½tea bagï¿½ we enquire, yes sir.
Five minutes later he retraces his steps with tea bags in hand,ï¿½ over hereï¿½ is heard the dry cries; milk my good man, yes sir, five minutes later................
The waiters round the pool were more attentive, but as sales were poor due to the very high cost, one would run for any sale, after all they do need the 15% charged on top for everything you purchase, itï¿½s their wages.
The shows were good, but when introduced in 4 or 5 languages, they were somewhat tiresome, and the so called entertainment director had a very annoying habit of walking very slowly from the back of the theatre in very high heels (she was very proud of her arse) to let you know whatï¿½s on tonight, yes in 4 or 5 very poor languages.
Asking the staff how they liked the ship, poor pay and long hours, did not help. However, the main problem was they all came from Indonesia; some 300 were all from the same agency, they had to learn very basic English to get the job then learn Italian, French, German and now Russian when on board. No wonder the tea boy looked so knackered.