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CITY IN SHORTS

NEW STARTER

We have all been that very person; the first day of a new job, asking every poor sole where the toilet is, walking into the wrong FULL office for everyone to look up at you at the same time, the list goes on… I have the joy of being that very person and my welcoming gift is to inherit the authorship of the monthly blog. I have no issue with this, I would have even asked to do it but here’s the rub – no previous General Manager ever had to write this – I was conned, my naivety was exploited, simply because I am the new starter my colleagues have taken advantage of my newness and have made me the new ongoing author! Good for them I say and here’s to future days when I’m that bit wiser, that bit more savvy and that little bit more sly, then let’s see.

 

But this is about today and as I type the temperature marches ever upwards towards what could be the hottest day in a decade. (This will probably be uploaded on a not so hot day but you get my point!) Oh glorious British Summer, you wait so long to join us and then you arrive in all your glory, weathermen tell us that today is a hotter day than Rio (of course it is, it’s in the southern hemisphere) and we all know that stores will run out of fans. Let me stop here with the descriptive, we are not all interested in the obvious and you could even be reading this days and months later when the wind is howling and the rain is pouring. My point that I intend to make is that the London sun divides opinion – there are those lucky people that have the day off that get to lap up the sunshine, to don the loose clothing and sunglasses, to enjoy the parks and eat sickly ice cream and then there are those hardy workers who’s days must go on just the same. Even within my industry opinion divides us equally – there are those venues with outdoor facilities who pray for sunshine and enjoy the sound of their ringing tills as more and more cooling beverages are paid for. And then there are the venues such as us here at Forge who dread that figure of 34 degrees… I make no apologies, my job is to sell so here is fair warning of a sales pitch coming  up, leave now if you don’t want me to wax lyrical about this gorgeous venue. For those that are still here allow me to plead a good case to escape the sun, why swelter in your good clean clothes to then task the unbearable journey home in an oven (more commonly known as the Tube)? Venues DO have air-conditioning, ours is industrial, the bar team can dispense drinks that truly do cool you down. Being outside in heat is really not that comfortable, so delay catching that rush hour train come on in, take a seat, order a drink and relax…

 

Next month I will be blogging on how Kimberleigh (the lovely lady who convinced me that all managers “have to” write this blog) discovered how her job description changed…