I’ve not doing brilliantly on my personal targets of late, though keeping up what I can. Not as much written of the new book as I would like, last week, but I did manage two early morning ‘strenuous’ walks, and two Kali Strata assents, one while weighted down with shopping.
Neil’s had a busy weekend. There’s this new thing in Greece now (he says; it may not be new at all, but it’s new to me), where anyone who works with food and drink has to take a compulsory seminario (course) over two days. This teaches you all about health and hygiene, and there is a certificate you have to gain in order to work legally in a bar, café, restaurant taverna, creperie, supermarket, kafeneion, or anywhere that involves food/drinking.
That all sounds like a very good idea to me, but then I am not paying for it. Each person has to pay €80.00, or their employer does, and when you think how many people work in these kind of places (including hotel staff, canteen staff…) that’s a lot of money going into, I assume, the government. Another way of Greece clawing in some much needed revenue?
Anyway, Neil was there Saturday and Sunday morning, and he stayed the whole course – some people registered, and left pretty smartish, apparently. If you get found working without this certificate there’s a hefty fine. As there is if you get found working without all the correct paperwork, and that takes several days and Euros to arrange as I saw last year. But when it’s all done it’s all done and legal, and that’s what counts.
And it did make me think, do you have the same things when you go for a bar job in the UK (or other countries)? It’s not just the safety course, but last week he was over in Rhodes having a chest X-ray and a… hmm, what shall we call it…? A ‘yesterday’s dinner’ test; he need to get things certified from the doctor here saying he doesn’t have anything nasty, and that’s all on top of the strange work permit papers everyone must have (even Greek people I am told) which cost another €3.00 in ‘tax’, and all that jazz. I’m sure you don’t have such stringent rules in place elsewhere. Maybe you do, and quite right too.
At least in Greece you (should) know that when your moussaka is served alongside your ouzo that the person giving it to you is not also giving you TB with a helping of dengue fever on the side.
Well, there’s a lovely thought to get you off to a good weekday start, and another reason for visiting Greece; it’s a very healthy pace to be. Sun, sand, sea, swimming, relaxation, fresh food, and waiters free of scurvy. Book now I say.
