I just want to say a pleasant Shalom and good day to each and everyone of you in and around the black blogosphere. Now some of you may have noticed I have not been as active these past few weeks. Reason being, I have just started a new job at a five star resort known as Sandals. I am sure for those of you who still watch television, you may have seen the commercials for it many times. It is often advertised as the world’s leading vacation destination, headquartered in the beautiful Caribbean island of Jamaica. Some of you may have even vacationed in one of its branches. Now just a brief history: Sandals was founded in 1981 by Gordon “Butch” Stewart, a Jamaican born white man in Montego Bay. Today this man has established and owns properties throughout the caribbean in placed like Jamaica, The Bahamas, Saint Lucia, Antigua, Turks & Caicos, and most recently Barbados, and Grenada with fifteen Sandals Resorts, three Beaches Resorts, two Grand Pineapple Beach Resorts, one Fowl Cay private island resort and four villa properties in Jamaica. Also his son Adam Stewart currently sits as chairman and CEO of the company.
Gordon “Butch” Stewart
You guys can do your own extensive research as the details at far too numerous to expound upon.
Now I am currently an entertainment trainee at Sandals Antigua and lemme tell you I have seen and heard alot in the three weeks that I have been at this resort. Now the overwhelming majority of the patrons of Sandals, you guessed it, are white. So as part of my job in entertainment is to help organize games, activities and events for the guests as well as socialize with them. Since I am up in these people’s faces practically five days a week, I get to see them in all their inglorious glory (which may I add I hate). One of the things I have come to notice is, they do not look that good up close and personal. Makeup and the media accentuates their image. These heffas and douches go through numerous cans of sunblock sprays and tubes of sun block cream per day and the thing is, it barely does them any favours. You see while the magnificent sun enhances mine and my co-workers melanin, it makes them sickly looking. Red skin due to bad sunburn which in turn leads to skin peeling which in turn leaves botches and bruises. Hell I am currently working alongside two interns from Europe, one girl from the UK who is of Polish parentage (Looks like the daughter of Dracula) and a young man from the Netherlands, who looks like Casper the damn ghost. So anyway, both said crackas hate being in the sun. Yesterday the Polish girl complained profusely that the sun made her sick, her head was killing her to the point she could feel blood coming up her throat and out her nose and Afro-centric in me can’t help but smile at her misfortune. So taking all these things into consideration, I have to keep asking myself: “How the fuck are these people, (sorry, things) superior to us again?” Yeah, They are not!!!!
So now I am going to drop a bombshell. A few weeks ago one of the white guests in his drunken state made a co-worker and I to know that the name Sandals is actually an acronym which actually stands for “Slave All Niggers Daily At Low Salary” and this cracka actually wrote it down on a piece of paper. It makes sense actually, given that we slave away all day to make them comfortable. They get to enjoy the best foods while we the staff eat crap, they get to enjoy all the leisure and luxury of fine wine, butler services, house keeping, candle light dinners and chocolate cocktails while we go home tired, irritable and worn-out. Of course mommy dearest rightfully yet so misguidedly reminds me, these crackas feed us, if they don’t come, we don’t eat, and given that many of our Caribbean islands do not have mineral resources to sustain ourselves with, tourism is the only fuel our economies run on and it makes me mad as hell. This is a literal plantation system going on here, of course many of my co-workers buy into the guests bright smiles and seeming friendly personalities and actually think these people are their friends when in actuality, they don’t give a flying FUCK about us. Once their vacation time is over and they return to their own realities, we become the old saying “Out of sight, out of mind”. Another thing, I have never seen a set of people who like to guzzle alcohol so much, I mean, high daytime these crackas be drunk like fishes and then you hear all the profanities and expletives come out. For example a few weeks ago, we had beach party and a guest dropped his glass and it broke and another guest stepped on it and was tracking blood all over the damn resort. Another one got so drunk she ended up wandering the entire resort, so her brother had the whole staff combing the property looking for her and when they found her, she was passed out outside a restaurant. Also, this past Monday, one lady got so drunk, she tripped over one of the bartenders trolleys and broke her elbow while walking backwards.
Also they are some of the most shameless people you’d ever come across. Sometimes the staff would be walking on the pathways and you could hear these white bitches at the top of their lungs making sexual noises and some of the rooms have outdoor pools next to them and many a time, a staff would walk by and catch these crackas having sex right on the pool deck. I kid you not. And guess who have to clean up after that? Our ever devoted house keeping staff. And don’t get me started on the general manager, piggish, bitchy and mean.
Another point I would like to elaborate upon: These guests are extremely devious. Recently, Sandals implemented a no tipping policy, wherein that all tips must bd turned into the front desk however only butlers are exempt from this rule seeing as they do everything for the guests. So anyways, alot of these guests know there is a know tipping policy and would purposely go out of their way to tip a waiter/waitress of anyone (who is not a butler) who is serving them and then complain about it afterwards and the staff who accepted the tip would be investigated and worst fired.
I could go on and on and so on and so on. But this is just a little summary about my experience so far. But as one co-worker told me, when you work at a hotel you leave ten times smarter than you came in. So until my next update, stay blessed.