Club InterContinental Week 6/16

Every month, two chatty women come up to the club to take inventory. By take inventory, I mean, interrupt our entire day to count every bit of every item we have.
Towels.
Dishes.
Glasses.
Bottles of Juice.
Bags of coffee.
They act like the police looking for drugs. Dying to find something out of place or peer into a closet that hosts nothing of inventoried stock.
Shoo, fly.
I haven't taken inventory since my first job at a movie theater. If I remember correctly, we did it every flipping night.
I must admit, it improved my math skills.
Although, counting packaged popcorn tubs is much easier and more efficient that stacks and stacks of plates and rows upon rows of glasses.
I wrote in my notes to say something about bull fighting.
I have no idea what that is about.
Sometimes I wonder what the hell is going on in my head. Many of you may use the phrase, "what was I thinking?" although I can't be sure that logical processing was going on when I wrote "bull fighting" in my notes for a blog on China.
Moving on.
The bus drivers are not happy.
I know you're wondering why I give a damn, but I happen to like them. They always smile and say hello to me, so I return the favor with a "chey chey" (thank you) whenever we arrive to work or the apartments. I guess, because of this, they are the only ones that excitedly smile and say hello to me down in the staff canteen.
Well, them and the dishwasher - a very old woman who, like the bus drivers, speaks not a word of English.
Which leads me to believe that if the only people that acknowledge me like that are the ones that don't speak my language, maybe I should shut up more or something.
Whatever.
At least you're listening.
So, the human resources department has decided they are no longer allowed to eat in the staff canteen.
The result?
Our bus driver never shows. Or he is 15 minutes late. Or he disappears with the bus for hours on end.
Leaving us stranded, forced to use a taxi, collect the receipt, and get paid by the finance department.
One taxi ride alone surely costs more than it would to feed an additional three people (mind you there are ALWAYS leftovers anyway).
Oh, China logic.
Well, I'm not the boss, so I don't say anything.
I'm just the intern.
Much love!