One becomes aware of the cohesiveness of the staff here at the HOTEL, which has come home to me while I am in Fort Cochin. (to me to include Ernakulum as Cochin is sacrilegious!)
The General Manager is very genial and the Operational manager very efficient in his tasks. (Mr R and Mr A) and Mrs AM at the front desk is always helpful. In the kitchen and in the dining hall the strong presence of Raghavan from AP and SriKanth from Trivandrum are felt under whom another group of younger ones are becoming competent. Everyone is friendly from the janitor to the security guard and not to forget our dear drivers. They are Hindus, Christians and Muslim and they seem to get along all fine.
The hotel reflects the philosophy of its owner Mr VG who lives in Bombay and the day to day operations are under the control of Mr R the GM and Mr A the operational manager.
Today there were less busier than the other fiesta days so they decided to toast two of the workers , a tamoul who is aptly named Lenin and the driver from Saudi junction called Manolo by me (Manuel). After the morning rush had faded, they brought out cakes and presents and the two of them got literally creamed and thrown eggs at and in general made to smell something out of the ordinary.
Every one joined in and it was a pleasure truly shared by all.
The General Manager is very genial and the Operational manager very efficient in his tasks. (Mr R and Mr A) and Mrs AM at the front desk is always helpful. In the kitchen and in the dining hall the strong presence of Raghavan from AP and SriKanth from Trivandrum are felt under whom another group of younger ones are becoming competent. Everyone is friendly from the janitor to the security guard and not to forget our dear drivers. They are Hindus, Christians and Muslim and they seem to get along all fine.
The hotel reflects the philosophy of its owner Mr VG who lives in Bombay and the day to day operations are under the control of Mr R the GM and Mr A the operational manager.
Today there were less busier than the other fiesta days so they decided to toast two of the workers , a tamoul who is aptly named Lenin and the driver from Saudi junction called Manolo by me (Manuel). After the morning rush had faded, they brought out cakes and presents and the two of them got literally creamed and thrown eggs at and in general made to smell something out of the ordinary.
Every one joined in and it was a pleasure truly shared by all.
