And they say no qustion is silly..

This week at work has been increasingly busy as the 300 guests that have been occupying the hotel the past week are slowly leaving. As a result, yesterday there were over 160 beds to make up and more than that many rooms to be cleaned so instead of following our usual schedule of only cleaning rooms in the morning, we have spent all 8 hours of each day this week on the rooms. I think it's taking a toll on our mental capabilities. Today when three of us were taking a short break in one of the rooms I asked a question that has been on my mind since my vocabulary began increasing. Here is my train of thinking/questioning. In Dutch a window is 'raam' but the window sill is called a 'venster bank'. Now in German 'venster' is window. So I find it very unnecessary to change the word in dutch when describing a window and a window sill. So I asked why they wouldn't just call it a 'raam bank'. Apparently that was a ridiculous question to ask and they almost fell off their chairs they were laughing so hard. I thought it was a legitimate question, which they couldn't answer so my rational of it being ridiculous stands.

Another curious thing that happened to me was at lunch today when my co-worker (who is so much like my mother that it scares me) decided to pour me the biggest bowl of yogurt I have ever had in my life. These people will absolutely never give you a compliment and will be so straight forward it sounds extremely rude, yet they will always offer you any sort of food or drink item that they are holding and will wish you a good meal before you eat. Eat Smaackilijk is something I have heard a zillion times and will probably continue saying once I leave here. Later in the meal this co-worker was asking me a question about sheep. It was such a simple question that I thought she was trying to trick me, so I was contemplating an answer for a few seconds after she asked it which I guess she took as me not understanding what she had just said to me in dutch and so she started making sheep sounds. Sometimes I pretend not to understand just to see their creative ways of explaining things to me without speaking english. They take enough advantage of my lack of understanding I think my fun every once and awhile can be justified.

Since we were all so exhausted from cleaning rooms, during the time that we were supposed to be vacuuming the restaurant, we hid under the tables and talked which was a great idea until the head chef came in. For a moment I was quite concerned but then he crawled under them with us and sat and talked with us too. What a curious place I work in.

This evening is the soccer evening of the Netherlands. There are so many games on that all of the guests gather in the common room and the games are projected onto a big screen that comes from the roof. That is where I'm off to now. Tot ziens! (until next time..)

p.s. today I almost convinced my boss that I couldn't work because it was Remebrance Day in Canada.