

The many faces of the day. I always go from so excited to be out of the ship to what the hell am i doing here in this town. Third time out and still as uninteresting as ever and on top of it I still have the flu!! I actually sometimes push guests to leave the carpet and perfumery presentations/ shops. For real, how long can you spend trying to sell something to someone that clearly does not want it and is not interested!! Damn it, if you were less irritating maybe people wold consider staying, looking around and actually buying something. No one wants to be in a place where you just feel attacked but also expect them to spend money! Honestly I hated that place. Which is a shame because honestly I could see potential, if a few things were handled differently. But its their way of life not mine. i am not supposed to judge what they do, right.

Anyway, i was on the shopping and tradition tour. Spent all day around the Mdina. So much fun. Please shoot me was the general thought going through my mind. A thought I didn't know i would regret thinking later.
Spent the whole day speaking with an Australian family, trying to convince them that it was totally safe to come here. and at the same time reflecting to the fact that i had been on board for over 3 weeks now and i was enjoying it very much. But in the office I was feeling a little bit out. Some of the girls were nice, some of them were not. It was hard to integrate into the team. there is as I like to call it an adaptation time. Every time you have a new team there is always an adaptation time where you need to find out where you fit in the momentum of the team. And i must admit. Our team was a little dismantled and some of the girls were just mean to each other..
After the Mdina, you have the joyful privilege of watching a terrible what-was-supposed-to-be belly dancing show. But turned out to be two elderly ladies walking with a pot on their heads. No really, terrible!!!
After this disaster, we all went back to the ship where on the way army had been deployed and we could see that our guide was a little too quiet. As we got back to the ship and i exited the car, one of my colleague ran to me and jumped into my arms, so happy to see me and with tears in her eyes explained to me what had just happened.
Terrorists had attacked the Bardo Museum and many of our guests that were there had been injured or even killed, and the fact that at this moment, we had no idea what was happening.
The news on TV were more informed than we were and we were dealing with local police directly. Our Israeli security team which is not allowed out there were sent on the pier to deal with guests.
We were told to keep quiet and just get back on board, which we did. we all stayed in the office, trying to get through to our families to let them know we were all ok.
Not such a great situation for my office. Can you imagine, we were the ones that organised the excursions the victims were all on. For some at that stage, it was as if we were the ones responsible for this terrible act. We all were in shock, we all were crying in that office. Most of us were out that day walking around the place where it happened just leaving before thankfully. We all also were affected by it. We sold these to some people that would never come back. I know i might not be directly responsible for it but I did feel for a few days that i sent 2 specific guests to their death as i had pushed them to take part in it when the wife had doubt but then decided to go for it. They both died that day.
Even through all of this, we opened the office during the hours we were meant to be open and we took all the frustration that everyone had. We took the insults, the shouting and the sadness of everyone, we were angry with them, sad and lost with them, with no words with them. We took it all.

My experience on board of the first 3 weeks was turning out to be an absolute nightmare. But that night, someone walked past me, said hello and smiled such a sincere smile
that I just jumped in his arms and hugged him, he hugged me so tight, it felt that all the troubles from work just disappeared. Once I felt calm, I let go, smiled at him and just walked away. I knew him, I spoke to him sometimes, hello and such, but I didn't know his name. So I just used to call him "my friend". Great thing I learned from my manager. Remember faces not names, they all are "my friends".
This was the first time I hugged him and he made it all better.
Oh and this pictures are the only beautiful things i got to see and yet, there is this ugly aircon which I only notice now.