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Shaheena Nanji is recognized by Continental Who's Who

CALGARY, Alberta, Aug. 5, 2016 /PRNewswire/ — Shaheena Nanji is recognized by Continental Who’s Who as a Pinnacle Professional in the field of Hospitality. Shaheena is the Director of Operations at Holiday Inn Express London Downtown, and Vice President of FANS International Hospitality Group.

Holiday Inn Express and Suites London Downtown is one of the most popular destination properties London has to offer, and FANS International Hospitality Group is a rapidly growing, family-owned global hospitality consultancy group.

A seasoned hospitality professional with nearly a decade of experience, Shaheena works closely in the areas of accounting, hotel management, concept development, event planning, project management, revenue management, oversight of operations, team building and more. Her family has been in the industry for over thirty years and Shaheena is a new generation following in their footsteps.

Shaheena has gained hospitality experience from various parts of the globe including Switzerland, Thailand and the Maldives gaining extensive knowledge in hotel and resort operations. The class valedictorian at the Les Roches International School of Hotel Management, Shaheena earned her MBA in Hospitality Finance and Marketing as well as a Postgraduate Diploma in Hotel Management from the Les Roches International School of Hotel Management. She holds an additional Bachelor’s Degree in Biology with a minor in Sociology from the University of Alberta.

Looking into the future, Shaheena hopes to expand the hospitality consultancy firm on a global level, gain more clientele and to continue her personal growth in the industry as well as contributing back to the global community.

For more information, please visit www.shaheenananji.com

Contact: Katherine Green , 516-825-5634 [email protected]

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Week four Exercise- private act.

Shaheena Anvar

You walk up the street only to find yourself sweating from all gapes in your body. Is it that obvious you think? Of course it is you answer, barely giving yourself enough time to ponder. Who sweats after walking for five minutes on a 23 degree Celsius day? You do, you sweat after walking for five minutes on a 23 degree Celsius day.

As you come to a halt at the first and only set of lights, you start thinking about what lies ahead, on the other side of the road to the left. What secrets do they keep? You stare at into the eyes of the red light man. Does he even have eyes you think. Or, does his identity just stop at red light man. Is he just one of the many colours of this technology ridden world? What would he look like if he was a real man? What would his name be? Where would he live? Where would he work? Who would he grow to be? All these questions flood your mind. Funny that you think- ‘flood your mind’- more like flood your body. You see you were still sweating. Maybe you weren’t cut out for this kind of job. Maybe gardening or teaching preschoolers how to paint was more your thing. Too bad now though, you had signed up for this and you had to go through with it, like it or not.

The main road seems to go on forever, that you start to wonder if you will ever be able to cross it. Although you must admit, having thoughts about the imaginary world of the red light man, is quite entertaining. But then you think; is it entertaining? Or is it helping you escape the harsh reality that you now lies ahead? You settle with the former. It calms you down.

Beep, beep, beep. The sudden change to the green light man and the rapidness of the beeping tampers with your mind. It’s as though the pedestrian light is hurrying you along, laughing at you because it knows your nervous and don’t want to go through with it. You hate the green light man, you conclude. He’s mean. The red light man was much nicer.

As you walk along the footpath, you contemplate how to approach this. Well you’ve already contemplated enough as it is, but you want to make sure this plan of destruction goes well.

You start thinking about what you went through with the girls at home. You forget bits and it scares you. This isn’t a good sign, but there’s no turning back now. Anyway there was never an option to turn back. You come to the front of the building. It doesn’t look as friendly as it did when you worked here…which was yesterday. Now that you’re five days out from officially becoming an external member of the company, you look at the building with fear, as though it’s the building’s fault that you were made redundant, and the company you had helped build was not under someone else’s control.

You slowly walk up the stairs that lead to the intimidating front automatic doors, only to realise that by carrying yourself slowly, you are only drawing attention by making yourself look suspicious. You speed up a bit, not enough though to make it look like you’re about to race and beat Usain Bolt at his own game, but enough to blend in with the other lucky workers. You enter the building and look around. Everything seems to be the way it was when you worked here…which was yesterday. You keep your head down and head towards the end of the lobby, elevator the doors open and you are swallowed by the already packed space. You dart your eyes to the right to ensure that level 8 has been pressed. It has. Someone else will be getting off with you. You sigh with relief. Hopefully this means no one will notice you.

Ding.

“You are now on level 8”- the automated woman’s voice speaks. It’s good to hear a familiar voice again, even if it is automated, you think.

You weave between people, excusing yourself on the way until you are two feet flat on level 8’s floor. You turn left and walk towards what was your office when you worked here…which was yesterday.

The sweat on your body seems to have stuck to your skin, probably thanks to the airconditioner, but your mind has turned to other more important things now. It must turn to more important things. You are about to break into an office to read extremely confidential files, and you’re mind wants to focus on sweat and air conditioners? You want to slap yourself silly, but that probably wouldn’t look normal in a professional office environment.

You get to the office doors, and place your hand in your pocket to retrieve the key card which you so bravely stole yesterday as the new bosses were in a meeting, just as they are now. You swipe the key card and hear the familiar success noise. It brings a tear to your eye, which you blink to get out. Your eyes are your main sense from now. That and your hearing. You enter the office and close the door behind you and with the familiar click, you know that you are now in enemy’s territory. Ready for destruction.

You take a second to take in whatever you can of the now foreign office room. Nearly everything has been changed. But so soon? You find it weird that only after a day; the new boss would have changed everything around. You don’t know whether to be offended or not…was your style of the office just not good enough? Why had everything been changed and so soon? You decide it doesn’t matter and head straight for the desk.

You open the top draw and poke your nose through what seems to be basic stationary items. You take a pen. Just for the sake of it.

Next, you open the second draw. This draw seems to be a little more interesting. There is a pile of manila folders, about six of them, each labelled with a different code. You take the top one and open it, a bunch of receipts fall out. They seem to be from various cafes, all dating this morning. Wow, how much coffee do these people drink you ask yourself. Only a day in and already spending company money, you continue.

The other manila folders seem to be empty. Perhaps tomorrow, the second will be filled with receipts and the next day, the third folder and so on. You laugh at your own little joke, although it’s not actually funny you conclude.

The third draw is locked. This frustrates you. You decide that since you’re here, there is no point ignoring it. It must be locked for a reason. You never had it locked when you worked here…which was yesterday. You decide to go on a treasure hunt around the office. The treasure being the key, you assure yourself.

You stand stiff as if the captain of a boat, steering to a destination whilst at the same time, keeping an eye out for any obstacles on the way. You start to wonder where the key would be kept. You're so desperate to find the key that you even resort to being immature and asking yourself “IF I were a key, where would I be?.” You realise this is a stupid idea. No in fact you already knew it was as stupid idea, but now you confirm that belief and conform back to reality to find that key. Your treasure hunt begins as you pace around the room, being careful not to misplace anything otherwise someone will notice. There is a small box on the brown wooden table sitting next to the window. It looks like a trinket box. It has a brownish-orange tinge to it and is round on the top evolving into a rougher squarish look on the bottom.

It looks a bit like a minature treasure box. Something to put treasure in, not a key. A key is not that precious you think. But then again...this key, the one you are looking for holds many answers. IT is precious you decide. Better than that, it is treasure. You hold the box in your hands, surprised at how comfortably it sits, even though your hands are drowned in sweat. You look for some way of opening it. You find a tiny hatchet on the back of the box and seek a way to pull it open. You then realise there is a little pin that seems to be holding the hatchet and the wood of the box together. You pull the pin as hard as you can, twisting it as you go. Gradually it becomes more loose, until it jumps out of your hands and falls to the ground, leaving behind an open hatchet to this mini treasure box. You peer inside and see nothing, however before you give disappointment a chance to flood yourself, you feel inside with your index finger. You're almost done, until you feel the inside of the top and there is cold metal running smoothly against your fingers. Your happiness wastes no time in killing your disappointment. You grab for the metal, finding where it ends, feeling the rough edge of the key. A key has never seemed so beautiful you think to yourself. Your reminiscing thoughts are distracted by your own realising of the time, which you swear seems to be passing hundred times faster than usual. You then take a second to remind yourself that it is in fact your nervousness that makes time seem to go at a faster pace than the norm.

You finally get the key out of the box. However, before you can even begin to commence a celebration in your head, you hear voices outside the office door. Your body feels like liquid as you realise that you have paused your auditory senses, and had your visual senses on double alert. Your mind had been so focussed on the discovery of the key that you forgot all else. You curse at yourself for being so careless. There's no time to think of a punishment because you're about to get caught. You look at the door, then look around the room, any time now someone is about to walk through, or even worse, several people might just make an appearance. You're eyes frantically search the room, listing any and every possible hiding spot. Your eyes, fed up and tired, rest and it is now too late to do anything else. The doorknob turns. You, out of pure fright, drop the key that has been suffocating in your hand.

It falls to the ground.

The door opens.

You freeze.

He freezes.

You're both frozen.

The key is in the middle of the two of you.

You both stare at each other.

Your eyes seem fierce

His eyes seem fiercer.

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