Time is a funny thing out here, there are moments in the day that stretch out to forever and others which flash by before you realize they have happened. In the 5 minutes before getting up, before going to work dread and the desire to curl up in a coma strike and claim your very being. An eternity entices you back to bed to ignore all duty. Fortunately this passes as you pull back the covers and make a start for the day.
Once breakfast is underway all earlier feelings are from another lifetime as the morning melts into early afternoon. Cooking and cleaning pass in a flash until the last couple of minutes, returning to outdoor shoes and taking out the rubbish, anticipating and hoping for good snow conditions.
With so little of the season left, guests become a gestalt entity, names and faces all merge into one so that your host has no idea which rooms are occupied let alone who occupies them. The repetitive nature of the job has killed all natural conversation with the guests, even the weekly cliches have lost their charm, and it has left your host with nothing but a defeated "yes" in response.
When there is no fresh snow the general consensus leans towards a day in the park. Using the jumps and boxes to do grievous bodily harm to ourselves and look reall really cool. But scant snow changes the character of the pistes, the snow packs down and becomes a solid smooth surface that shoots the skier off at all time new speeds, cruising becomes the order of the day. So too do sudden evasive maneuvers and irate frenchmen as your host casually bombs past leaving them in a cloudy of icy spray.
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