Jobs again jobs again
Bit of an odd turn of events yesterday, allow me to elaborate.
We heard on the grapevine of our hostel owner that a resort down the road was looking for cleaners for a bit of casual work, we went down that night, but the management and reception team had all disappeared for the night.
The following day
After having spent a seemingly fruitless hour or two in Noosa Junction looking for jobs (including one bakery owner who tried to explain to Lauren that using the till would take too much training than 2 months work could provide- even though the owner had failed to spell ‘Staff Wanted’ correctly on the sign on the door) when we were on the free holiday bus back to our hostel. On the way, we remembered the cleaning job and promptly hopped off at the resort to inquire.
Once there, the site manager told us that we were looking for (name eludes me, we’ll go with Beth.) He lead us to Beth who was stripping clean one of the appartments, and she lead us into one of the bedrooms to show us how to do the job. Lauren looked a sight in tiny dress and massive Chanel bag doing hospital corners on a big double bed. We got our technique down when the phone rang; A cafe from Noosa Junction wanted us to come in for trials, me at 2:30 that day, and Lauren at 8:30 the next morning. I made my excueses and left Beth and Lauren to clean more appartments, I had to go home and get washed up. Lauren would later show me the $50 check we were paid with. Brilliant.
Once at the trial I was greeted with a less than friendly manager. He had read my C.V. and I assume he wanted to throw me in at the deep end and see if I sunk. I didn’t but that doens’t mean I don’t think the guy is a dick for trying to find out. Without any instruciton on anything, and as soon as I was wearing one of their red and white logo’d Tees, he pointed one fat finger to a newly arrived guest and rasped for me to serve her. Uhu.
It went well enough, I messed up once or twice, but considering I wasn’t given any training and was expected to just get on with serving customers I think that’s not too bad. I finished at 4 with the promise that he’d call me.
Lauren’s trial started at 8:30 this morning, she’s still there which can only be a good, if a little bit of a cheeky, sign. In fact, that’s why I’m in an internet cafe now, I had a mild wave of paranoia so came to the cafe to check- this is the same girl who has walked over half a mile past our hotels on innumerable occasions after all. I stood across the street, feeling like an insanse stalker, and caught a glimpse of her on the restaurant floor.
The Queenslanders that I have met thus far (and it is a struggle I tell you, the majority of the people in the internet cafe and high street at the moment are either English or Victorians/New South Wales’ers on their holidays,) seem to be a little, bogan. Sorry QLD’ers but I’m sure you’ll find it hard to dissagree that some of your fellow statesmen come across as a little hillbilly redneck. Especially the toothless youth on the bus yesterday who I struck up conversation with and had such a horrific drawl to his voice that I couldn’t make out a word he was saying. I could just nod along and hope he wouldn’t take offence. He might have done, but who knows?
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