It was a social meetup for those who had been on the tours; I think I mentioned that we have 70% repeat business? Well, a lot of those people are very loyal and love the opportunity to intermingle and show off photos and boast about different trips. So the company hires out a room in a local bowling club, provides a few snacks and there is a cash bar: people flock to it.
I was issued an invitation but it was made clear that I didn’t have to attend. I don’t get paid for stuff like that. Nevertheless, I felt it important to go and I was mobbed by past passengers. Of course, I didn’t have any idea who any of them were but luckily people were meant to wear nametags so it became a matter of placing them from a particular tour.
There was a lot of hugs and kisses from people who had been on my tours. There was also a lot of “You look so different!”. No shit, Sherlock. I actually have a few hours in the day to bathe and wash my clothes and baggy khaki isn’t a look I aspire to in the regular world. Even my boss, when giving a few words of thanks for coming, here are our staff etc., introduced me as “Kitty, who looks really different tonight!”.
I did feel like it was worth me being there. More so when I overheard a few people telling the founder of the company that they should never get rid of me, that I made their trip. He said to me later on that so many people had such good things to say about me and that I was an asset to the company.
When I applied for this job (that didn’t actually exist), I informed them that employing me would be a mutually beneficial thing. I was right.