Heather

Heather Mc Lachelen was eighteen years old. Her Scottish family of hoteliers from Edinburgh had sent her to London for an internship at the Hotel Rubens. A damn stiff place, as it had unfortunately turned out to be. Not at all of Heathers taste, because Heather preferred things to be more relaxed and informal, unfotunately she could forget about informal as long as her internship would last. People always said that the scotish were diosyncratic, but at least they were not as damn stiff as the so called upper class of the Londoner high society. She had come to the conclusion, that most guests around here must have swallowed a stick, at least they seemed as stiff as if they had done so. Fun was a foreign word, they had never ever heard of before, What a pity and a waste of time. They might have the money, but they didn't even know how to enjoy their live and how to have fun. Because standing around with some exclusive jewelery around your neck staring into a Corner, drinking tee was not what she would call enjoying life. Anyway that was only Heather's opion, which she had to keep to herself, if she didn't care to be fired. So she suffered silently behind the reception desk, brooding about the fact that life was too damn short to behave noble. She wanted to go out, meet some people and have some fun. Working shifts at the Rubens simply sucked!