Job Training, Part 2: Living like a Queen

written Jan 10, 2008:

The guests here come from around the world. Tonight at dinner, my table was comprised of an Egyptian man, an English woman, an Australian, a Russian, and myself, the lone American. (And by the way, I was the last to leave the table. I was really soaking it up because as of tomorrow, no more guest food for me. The part of my ‘job training’ in which I am to experience the guest food ends today…I know, its horrible and you all feel really bad for me. Please don’t worry. I’ll handle it just fine, eating the Thai food that is made for me in my staff house 3 times a day without me even lifting a finger). Back to the guests….The guests are either rich or famous (to the latter of course this means they fit into the former category as well, so excuse the repetition). There are also kings and queens that stay here, literally…

So as my ‘job training’ continued today, I realized that the common metaphorical phrase, “to live like a Queen,” was exactly what I was doing. I was living exactly as Queens have actually lived, and exactly in the same place as they have lived it. Let me describe my day: one hour floating weightless in a salt water pool, 1 1/2 hours with a Chinese medicine expert, an hour of Chi Nei Tsang (dont ask…just know it was good), taking a sauna and a hot tub and then a cold plunge into a pool covered in rose petals, and then of course, a much needed 30 minute nap on a heated hot water bed. To complete my day, I enjoyed a 5 course dinner with the aforementioned guests on the veranda overlooking the ocean, with a nice warm breeze preventing me from otherwise possibly dripping a bead of sweat from my brow as a result of the heat of the glorious sunshine glistening off the ocean. (Okay, well everything I just said above is true except that last part. The sun had already set by the time I ate dinner… I just couldn’t help embellishing a bit. Please forgive me.)

But my whole point is that today, it really was not a metaphor. Today, I lived like a QUEEN… And tomorrow?! Stay tuned!

(P.S. I just realized something….Another common phrase used in the english language is, “I feel like I’ve been hit like a truck.” Well I’ve lived that one too…but that’s not what this blog is about. For those details, take a look at the cover of the Denver Post, March 16, 1991.)