A day at the races!

I spent Friday and Saturday working at Newbury Racecourse for an agency I have recently signed up to called Rd Resourcing. I can tell you now, it was quite an experience.

I spent the second day in the pimms tent serving jugs of the stuff to the customers. A stag party set up camp just a meter from the tent and spent the afternoon ordering four jugs every time they ordered and they ordered probably about five times. They learnt my name straight away and whenever they were running low they would shout from their table: "Sarah, four of your best!"

As you can imagine the group of men were extremely drunk and provided entertainment for myself and the others I worked with in the tent. We watched them attempt to chat up glamorous looking women, whip each other with riding crops, play drinking games such as I have never, annoy the elder generations in the crowd and we watched as security kept a close eye on them. It was amusing. After spending nearly three hours drinking pimms they announced that they were heading for the bar to try a different scenery and that we had provided them with brilliant service and hoped we had a lovely day, then they staggered across to the bar and failed to leave a tip. So, they can spend £200 on pimms, and have it delivered but they can't tip. I must say, I was very bitter about this.

Here's the thing, there is certain type of person that goes to the races, not to say this is true to everyone that attends but to the majority. For example if you are regular at the races you don't shop in Primark. It's certain class of people which I am not familiar with. I wont go in to detail but, I'm sure you get my drift. I have myself, been to the races and had a brilliant day out but my bets went as high as £1 every time, I wasn't going to win or lose and I think that was the best decision myself. To win big you have to of already won, one way or another.

From my little red pimms tent I was able to watch the crowd elegantly arrive, the women dressed in beautiful dresses, outrageous hats and 6 inch heels and the men dressed from head to toe in suits, and tweed jackets. I was then able to watch them stagger out of the race ground just like students in Southampton stagger home from the likes of Bliss and Wahoo. There really was little difference, they might have arrived with class but they definitely didn't leave with any and watched with amusement.

It was two very long days at the races, I was picked up at 7.30am and got home around 8.30/9.00pm and I was absolutely exhausted but it was two days in a completely different world that I really enjoyed. Plus, I earnt myself about £100 - can't really argue with than now can I?