Working In Tourism: “Everyone is FAKE”


Let’s start with a few wise words from Urban Dictionary:

“Fake people are people who will act like your friend but the truth is that 
they are back stabbers they will talk behind your back and say the rudest things about 
you. Yet when they see you they act like your best friend.”

“A person, the vast majority of the time a female, who acts too nice to be real in order 
to lure in pathetic dopes and use/betray them, frequently crushing the victim’s soul in
 the process. Symptoms of fakeness include wearing a huge, phony, Botox-looking smile the entire time, saying “Hiiiiii! How are you!” a lot, using an overly 
sweet tone of voice that’s so dripping with sap it makes you want to vomit,
 and just generally being overly perky all the time.
 A fake chooses her victims very carefully, usually very naive individuals, 
waits until the victim has divulged their deepest, darkest secrets, 
then spreads them all over…”.

Wow. Now that is some Mean Girls-stuff right there.
If being fake means being Regina George, why do people ask me if I’m fake?
Have you seen the movie? OBVIOUSLY I’m not as cool as her.
Plus I don’t have the energy to make evil plans like she did.
But I do sometimes pretend to be this cheerful jolly person when I’m actually not,
and sometimes I pretend to have fun at parties with random people who I have no intention being friends with……
Omg. AM I actually one of those season worker fakes?


Hello my dear fans!
Miss Fancypants is back with super interesting thoughts and stories.
My will to write and create is back and I’m starting a new series of posts where I’m gonna talk about what’s it like working abroad in tourism.

“The things she must’ve seen!” 

Today we’re gonna talk about something called “being FAKE”.
Not talking about appearance here. Talking about character and personality.
Talking about human behavior.

I’ve been working in tourism for a good while now, and every so often
I meet people who ask me if I’ve become fake already.
Well, to answer your question bitch I’ve always had two personalities
thank you very much, so I don’t know what you mean.

No but for realz guys. This “people being fake” issue is something that I’ve noticed too,
and is also something that I’m also guilty of occasionally.
But at least I’d like to think I’m not a full time fake.
I’m just a part-time fake. You’ll see what I mean if you keep reading.


Let me tell you something about working in customer service.

Unless you are miss Sunshine Unicorn Happiness Rainbow 24/7,
then I’m sorry but you can’t be your true self at work.
You have to invent a work personality.
You know, the person who loves all the humans equally, is super duper nice and funny
all the time, smiles like the people on toothpaste commercials,
never loses patience, always has time for extra shit, doesn’t get upset when being yelled at
and respects the hell out of all the customers, managers….and colleagues.

Now, above all this, let’s add here the following things:
-you have to live where you work and also possibly share the room
with at least one or more co-workers.
– You’re working basically around the clock, and can’t have any alone time –
even on your day off.
-You’re forced to spend time with people you normally wouldn’t really hang out with
– Your free time isn’t really free time cos you’re still kind of at work

In normal life, after work you’d just go home, relax, drink rum in the bathtub
watching netflix and being the murderous monster that you actually are,
in your glorious loneliness…..

Sounds exhausting right?

But to me, this “customer service fakeness” is still somewhat normal.
We have to be rainbow queens in tourism and in customer service
because we (tragically) kind of are a part of the product they have bought
and imagine what horrors would happen if everyone started
just acting like the dinosaurs we truly are.

Of course we can’t be amazing and wonderful humans all the time. We are not robots.
Most of the time the job makes us stressed, we’re busy, we’re missing our families and friends, we need sex, we’re tired, thirsty, hungry, hangover, all these things combined
and we still have to be lovable at work. No problem.
So the first persons we snap at are our colleagues, cos we cant scream at the customers.

And this is why sometimes its easy to think we’re fake cos it’s hard to tell the difference between our work personalities and our real personalities.

I have to be a little fake at workcos I can't be the



Ok, if this doesn’t mean you’re fake , then what are we talking about here?
Just hang on, I’m getting there.

There is this atmosphere of fakeness around in tourism resorts.
People pretend to be friends, but then talk shit behind backs.
People swear to be brothers and sisters but
stop hanging out with them once the person is not useful for them.
People get engaged here but still fuck different people every night.
People say things but don’t mean a word.
People call you “babe” and kiss your cheeks but then the next hour they invent the craziest
lies about you and make fun of your appearance.
People who tell you to “be positive” when in fact, they are the ones creating negativity.

If you’re just getting to working in tourism, remember that even though people are 
FRIENDLY they’re not necessarily your FRIENDS. 

I’ve ran into so many people here who only want to be your friend if there’s something in it
for them. Or people who are friends with you when you’re around
– but the second you turn your back they’re throwing knives at you.
People who don’t give a shit about you but who only see themselves.
Now THESE people are the FAKE people, who we don’t want in our lives.
And I am not this type of person, because sadly I can’t fake my facial expressions
and everyone knows immediately whats up.

I’m not 100% fake but I’m a part time fake. Why? 

It’s so funny, because I hadn’t even thought about this FAKE thing since high school.
I just knew there were people who I liked, people I don’t like yet have to get along with,
and people I want to avoid at all costs.
I didn’t know that being FAKE would still be an issue in my late twenties
But, since we’re talking about the topic
– i did some self search and I came up with a definition that suits me
and how I behave while living on the fantasy island.
I am a party fake.


You know that feeling when you’re super drunk, like HAPPY drunk, and you go to the bathroom at a bar. And there are a few girls there doing their make up and hair and whatever.
And you just slur to each other how GORGEOUS they are and how they can get any guy they want and it’s a moment full of girl power and awesomeness?
This is what I try to be. But it’s exhausting.

It’s very hard to make REAL friends in places like this – in tourist resorts.
Everyone here works in customer service/hospitality/entertainment,
and even in our free time we treat each other like customers.
This is not necessarily a bad thing – this behavior can sometimes lead to nice friendships
but usually season workers just fake friendships for the sake of parties,
and to have someone around for doing fun things on your day off. I don’t mind this.
We compliment each other, take amazing selfies together,
dance like crazy and follow each other on instagram.
And we keep doing this for the season – because it’s much easier to just be party friends.
We don’t have to exhaust each other with our life stories,
political views, spiritual talk or how we overcame bullying or something.
We just keep our friendship nice and shallow..
And then at the end of the season we say bye
– probably don’t even realize that the other one has already left
– we continue following each other on social media, and that’s it.
No need for shit talking, or back stabbing cos there’s no reason.
This is the type of fake I have become.

Us season workers are like chameleons.
This job  has taught me how to handle different people – and to adapt to all kinds of groups and situations easily. We have to be tough, we have to be kind, and we have to get along with everyone.
But I’d like to think that I’m also smart enough not to start pointless drama,
and if there is a person who I just can’t stand – I stay away. Easy.

But I will NEVER, fake a real friendship. Does that make sense?
If you’re already friends with me you don’t have to worry that I will hurt you. You’re in my tribe. Even if my smile is sometimes fake, even if i sometimes talk like a disney princess…
If our hangouts reaches the point where you tell me your secrets, and I tell you mine
– if we share special moments together and we bond –
something very bad has to happen for me to then stab you in the back.
Working in tourism hasn’t turned me into a monster, I always was one.
I’m just not evil.

Are you fake? Who is fake? What is fake?
Tell me your experiences in the comment section below and let’s talk about this!


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