When I was eighteen, I actually went to a five-star resort in a tropical island country with my family.
As in the beginning of the show, a group of staff welcomes you at the door, handing you hot towels (with mint scent on them) and a small ice cube and lemonade. You can't remember the faces or names of all the staff, the uniform smiles, the uniform fluttering words, you just feel good and enjoy the service, but you don't say "thank you", you just take everything for granted, they are tool people.
Then I entered the room and started taking pictures and punching in, but the manager came and told us that the room was wrong (yes, that's the drama). At that time, my brain burned directly, and the luggage was thrown on the ground, let the waiter take it, and made a bad face to the waiter. In fact, in retrospect, this is really not like me. If you think about it, people are like employees in the show, they are also under a lot of pressure, and they try their best to maintain a smile, but I am just like a mean girl who doesn't know how to be considerate. You think people are revolving around you, but there are actually dozens of guests here [the one I live in advertises that the number of guests will always be less than 200, in order to maintain service efficiency]. My dad is also complaining in various ways, and he is about to curse. In the end, I changed to a sea view room, relieved my breath, and went to eat happily.
When you eat, the manager will kindly ask you how you live and if the food is delicious, and then my mother drags people and starts to nag that there are not enough sauces here, and there are not enough Chinese food choices. , but at that time I felt that I am a customer and I am God, I spent money, and people have to listen to my complaints. The next step is to stay in the room, watch TV, soak in a large bathtub, and find that the bathtub does not have the massage function, call the counter, and ask the staff to teach. Afterwards, read a book by the pool and soak up the sun. The only thing that is different from the show is that my parents and I, and my sisters, each live in a room. The rooms are spread out, and there are fewer quarrels.
Then a few days passed, and when I was about to go back, I still felt airy, but after thinking about it, something was wrong! Think about it, where you can't read books, and where you can't soak in the bathtub [although it's definitely not as big as the bathtub in the resort, but why do people soak in such a big bathtub], it's said to be relaxing, but it's really not particularly relaxing. I spend every day complaining to the service staff [the first sentence to other guests is to complain that the waiter is too slow and there are few choices of meals], but I also enjoy their service hypocritically. I also had to quarrel with my parents, because my parents couldn’t stand you looking at your phone all the time and told you to enjoy nature. In the afternoon, my mother also started picking up the phone and calling customers. Compared with free travel, or staying in a homestay, the resort is simply a pit. If you want to bury you, you will jump into it willingly. Since that time, the little woman has vowed that she will never choose a resort for her future travel. Is it bad to go outside to see the world, walk, visit museums, and eat street food?
All in all, a resort is a magical invention that allows you to come to an exotic island and trap you in a luxury apartment that is exactly the same as the city, but with specially decorated luxury apartments, which makes you and the staff torture each other. The director of the show faithfully presented the perspectives of customers and staff, and it is estimated that he is quite experienced. That place will be mind-blowing.
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