Suit you Sir

Saturday Morning was a trip to finalise a suit fitting for my up and coming wedding, also took my son for his fitting. We were 30 minutes late because we had a car malfunction; well it blew up in a cloud of oil and smoke. The gearbox gave up. Luckily it was a loan car from an organisation I can’t mention, however the initials are GCS. Still guessing, you’ll never get it.

Got the shop and was then sent to the warehouse, “hello what’s your name” “Wyatt” “oh yes your late so we will get to you as soon as possible” I explained that I did phone the shop and said we were running 30 mins late. There was a family with five boys ranging from teens to a four year old getting their suits. The mature couple running the warehouse were getting them through the fitting at a good pace. “Come along Timmy, haven’t you been a good boy, well done, how does this feel, OK” it all reminded me of a TV show, suit you sir, how about this sir, are you sure sir, ooh sir. At least mine was a final fitting and only had to try on the trousers. My son was going through the “suit you sir” moments and all seemed to be OK. I gave the measurements for two other suits we require for my brother in law and father in law, who are in Germany and unfortunately won’t get to try them on before the event. I do have this image of Danny deVito dressed as a penguin in the batman film as my father in law has a similar figure, but taller, just can’t get it out of my mind.

I believe this will be the first time both of them have dressed in tails as it is not the custom in Deutschland. I paid the balance and set off home. Another task ticked off the list.

Job Interview

Attended an interview this week in central London, the interview was with the Regional Human Resources Director of a large multi-National hotel company. Arrived on time, parked and approached reception. "hello how can i help you today", bubbly girl with a great smile, "yes, i have an appointment with this person", "is she staying with us" "no it is a business meeting". The receptionist went to the back office and quickly returned. "we don’t know who this is, what company is she with". Sigh, "this person is the hotel companies Head of HR UK and Ireland. "really was the reply" "yep" "OK" and another trip to back office. i then wandered to lobby area for a few minutes and was asked to take a seat. Before i could cross my legs the interviewer appeared. Hello and welcome please do come this way. We took the lift to the first floor, a quick hello to the guests we passed in the corridor (hope to score some customer service points) and into a small meeting room. Was offered tea and a cookie, just took the tea. So off we go, "so why join this company, what interested you in this job". Fair enough question and i gave the expected answer. We then got on to more of tell me about yourself and let me explain about the recruitment process, the job and the company. 25 minutes i was out the door, thank you we will let you know. The interviewer had a refreshing style and I was pleased that it was someone who had something about them as all too often it is a junior person, I say junior as in they don’t have any experience interviewing an experienced HR practioner and ask some basic questions and then can’t handle the answer. I was recently asked how I motivate my team; I said I usually use the Victor Varoom principle and explained his theory. This was met with “what is he talking about written all over the interviewers face”. After giving a few examples she then didn’t know what to ask next. (didn’t get the job as I was “Too experienced for the role” more like “we couldn’t handle you as you know more than me”) . Not sure if this is me being cynical, or just a grumpy old man? This interview seemed to be more of will he fit with us, what’s he like and what can he offer. She had the balance right and in any event if not successful I got a fair interview. Will let you know what happens. (Oh yes just completed the online assessment so it all may be academic anyway)

Saturday Afternoon Visit

A quick trip to visit an Aunt Saturday afternoon, this meant a drive up the M40 to Oxfordshire, Kings Sutton. A drive undertaken numerous times, however this one different as I had my Mother in the car going to visit her sister. Kept it to the speed limit so no nagging. Although in her eighties she was still commenting on the lack of driving skills of other drivers. She is an advanced driver so well placed to make comments. "ooh look at him, no signal no anticipation" however I seemed to be agreeing as there were so many middle lane hoggers toodelling along and not a policeman in sight. Made it to the village and a quick history lesson as we drove down the street. " That used to be the butcher and there was the shop and there was a coal yard there at one time. "yes mum" I already knew but fained interest. Arrived, in the door and onto the first cup of tea, the first thirty minutes on who died and who was unwell and then onto the gossip. You know her she just got engaged and she's seventy two. what made it worse I knew who my Aunt was talking about. This is where I thought "OH NO" I turning into my Father. You might ask where is he, can only get one of them in the car, so he's watching the cricket.

Managed to get through an eccles cake and then was asked to put a phone number into her mobile, yep i can do that, however the phone was so small I couldn't see and my arms were not long enough. Reading glasses in the car, ah well, with a bit of squinting got it done. So use to an iphone I was trying to scroll the screen on this 1990 Nokia. Good run home back down the M40, no dramas, but plenty of comments on who should take their driving test again, and "what are they doing" all at 70MPH in the Porsche, did get it to 80 mph going up the hill at stokenchurch and I don't think she noticed.

Good Bye Dubai

Surprise, yes I am retuning to the UK following a brief employment stint at Abjar hotels, I believe I wasn't right for the job and the company agreed. So back to Blighty on the next flight home, some good memories of people who work at Ramada Jumeirah and a few who were difficult. It has been a good learning curve and now I await the next challenge to find my next role. I know there is a job out there for me somewhere.

Will be contact with a number of people to start the networking to find employment.

So see Yah...............

Dubai Birthday

Once a year this event comes around and this year was in Dubai. Having had a number of them I not sure if I want to remember them or just celebrate the event. This year a bit isolated 3,400 miles away (kilometres 5,500 ) from family and friends, however staff at the hotel where I am staying made a great effort to help me celebrate it. Housekeeping with towel sculptures & Food & Beverage with cake.

The day was spent lounging by the pool topping up the tan, reading the newspaper and listening to music. Dinner was in the sushi restaurant, brilliant starter, prawns in batter with wasabi sauce, really tasty, then rice, veg and spicy steak.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and yes that is a bottle of wine top right in the picture and yes I did manage to drink it all. The waiters then came over to present me with a small birthday cake and sing happy birthday. A combination of Asian and Indian accents, tuneful but incomprehensible.

 

 

A great meal and staff attentiveness made up for being a lonely old git on his Birthday. Thank you.

 

 

 

Burj Al Arab

Decided to visit the only seven star hotel in the world, as I am in the industry I though it would be an experience having spent a number of years in five red star hotels as a senior HR guy. Visited the souk next door (indoor market) to have a look around.

was quiet and cool as the temperature outside was 47 degrees, a bit hot. The souk is located on a waterway with bars and restaurants and in sight of the only seven star hotel in the world.

I was able to find an interesting vending machine, one I have not seen anywhere else. Gold to Go!

Stopped a Costa Coffee, they were selling their hearts out, "what flavour would you like with the coffee", "no thanks", "would you lake a cake to go with that", "not at the moment", "how about a sandwich sir", "No thanks, just the coffee". "ok then take a seat and we will bring it to you". Like the barista, he never gave in. Next customer, same sales technique and yes she bought everything.

A bit of haggling on a couple of pashmina scarves and now ready for my visit to Burj Al Arab. it is next to the souk so I though I would walk round, couple of minutes and I am approaching the gate house.

"Hello, would it be possible for me to visit the hotel", in my best clipped English accent, "do you have an appointment"  was the reply. "no afraid not". "Do you have a room booking at the hotel" "no I don't". "well you cant come in then" " are you sure, just want to look around, it is a professional visit as I work in hospitality. he then said " are you a doctor" threw me a bit as it wasn't the response I was expecting. No hospitality, hospitality. no sorry no entry. so this is as close I have got to the only seven star hotel in the world, the end of the drive way. I do understand that their guests don't want to be gawked at by tourists, people like me, however I wonder if I returned in my dinner suit and black tie they might just let me in?



Shopping

Hit the shops over the week-end, (Friday & Saturday) went to the Dubai Mall to explore all corners, apart from shops there are some interesting art instillations such as waterfalls.

 

This is the fashion walk with all the expensive stores, such as Gucci and Ralph Loren etc, the hangings in the middle are individual butterflies that flutter, very calming. As you can see this was early morning before the crowds gathered.

Found a Starbucks and decided on a large latte for 16 dirhams (£2.87) the system is they ask for your name, so I said Wyatt, he said What, I said Wyatt, he said how do you spell it, W-Y-A-T-T, he said yes that's right What, OK who cares just give me my coffee, it was turning into a spelling B, Just hand it over so I can get my caffeine fix. Thank you.

Decided to look for a shirt, nothing special just a polo shirt. Saw a really nice one, red had Maserati polo team on it, how much, only 1000 dirham was the reply. very nice, quick calculation on the iphone, £180.00, cough, for a bloody shirt, must admit it was nice, but not in my price range. What about this blue one, this would suit you sir, that was only 900 dirham (£161) thank you very nice I said. I think I was in the wrong shop. Kept looking and found a shop called Springfield, they had a special on, any one with a blue tag was 85 dirham and get the next one half price he said. now this is my kind of shop. Well what do you think of my purchases for 127.50 dirham (£22.00). one black one white.

Now that is what I call a candy tree, sweet shop heaven. Any one who knows me will know I like a Jelly Bean, not just any Jelly Bean, has the be the Jelly Bean and look what I found a help yourself dispenser. I decided not to as I have some at the hotel, but oooooh I was soooo tempted.



This is Sheikh Zayed Road, one of the main arteries in the city and where the bus stop is to get back to the hotel. Here it come and we all pile on, the driver then says no not this bus, that one, pointing to a bus next to us. We all pile out and into that bus. Air condition had been running for while, so nice and cool. we are just about to set off and the driver is doing his checks and spots a crack in the screen glass, out he gets and quick close inspection, gets back in and into reverse, no out again and another inspection. Back in and on the phone, I assume it is Punjab or Urdu, but get the gist of the conversation "the screen is cracked and it wasn't me". Off we go on to the main road, into third gear and the phone rings. Driver answers and during his explanation a lot of hand gesturing, so who's steering the bus then, luckily we come to a set of traffic lights, no steering just breaking. I hate drivers on the phone, drives me nuts. Do I say something. Call ends and lights change and off we go, so no then. Looking at the other drivers on the journey home and I would say 1 in 3 are on the phone. Bit of a disturbing culture? I guess it is a bit hot for roadside checks at 40 degrees, but the driving style is a lot of lane changing, no signals and flat out to the next set of lights.