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I'm not laughing anymore
Jul. 2nd, 2005 05:37 pmI've twanged my shoulder. Wrestling a bucket of water up from the beach yesterday for mudding purposes.
This job certainly is not what I originally envisaged. It's draining and slightly disillusioning and just too relentless. The conditions are also bad.
I still badly want to go home. I want to be with Matt. I need to go home and we need to find a place of our own. Thing is we both need money to achieve this. Which is one of the reasons I'm here - to save a little and to get experience so I can get a job and make lots of money. I've just had enough time here emotionally to figure stuff out, now I just have to wait out the last 4 months in longing.
This place is ultimately doomed for a number of reasons.
- living conditions - tiny bedrooms, paper thin walls, no privacy, no time to yourself.
- lack of pay - Yeah, $200 a week, sure there are few expenses but for the shit I go through it's still not worth it.
- overwork - One day off a week. Long hours above and beyond the call of duty. And you're lucky to get a car on that day off to escape.
- lack of communication between staff - The left hand doesn't talk to right hand. Ricki does a lot of running around but seems to achieve little. She starts great projects but none of them work because everyone doesn't know how it should work and does it wrong. Paperwork/bookings should be easy, this new stock inventory should be easy, but it doesn't work because people don't do their part properly.
- crap committee - why do we have them anyway? They're a bunch of self-appointed meddlers who seem more interested in driving this place into the ground than trying to improve it. As for the conditions of the paid staff, they couldn't give a shit.
- bad cars - the Troupie just got serviced/fixed. The indicators have stopped working already. This is just bullshit.
- cold showers - I am fucking sick of them, plain and simple. There aren't the facilities here to deal with so many people.
I have no real reason to stay here right now. I would be a million times happier back in Perth. Here I'm just a rat sitting on a sinking ship and I should desert. On my resume it will show I quit, instead of ended my contract. But I have a damn good reason to quit so I doubt anyone would hold it against me. I managed this long under such conditions, surely that's a good thing on my resume.
This job certainly is not what I originally envisaged. It's draining and slightly disillusioning and just too relentless. The conditions are also bad.
I still badly want to go home. I want to be with Matt. I need to go home and we need to find a place of our own. Thing is we both need money to achieve this. Which is one of the reasons I'm here - to save a little and to get experience so I can get a job and make lots of money. I've just had enough time here emotionally to figure stuff out, now I just have to wait out the last 4 months in longing.
This place is ultimately doomed for a number of reasons.
- living conditions - tiny bedrooms, paper thin walls, no privacy, no time to yourself.
- lack of pay - Yeah, $200 a week, sure there are few expenses but for the shit I go through it's still not worth it.
- overwork - One day off a week. Long hours above and beyond the call of duty. And you're lucky to get a car on that day off to escape.
- lack of communication between staff - The left hand doesn't talk to right hand. Ricki does a lot of running around but seems to achieve little. She starts great projects but none of them work because everyone doesn't know how it should work and does it wrong. Paperwork/bookings should be easy, this new stock inventory should be easy, but it doesn't work because people don't do their part properly.
- crap committee - why do we have them anyway? They're a bunch of self-appointed meddlers who seem more interested in driving this place into the ground than trying to improve it. As for the conditions of the paid staff, they couldn't give a shit.
- bad cars - the Troupie just got serviced/fixed. The indicators have stopped working already. This is just bullshit.
- cold showers - I am fucking sick of them, plain and simple. There aren't the facilities here to deal with so many people.
I have no real reason to stay here right now. I would be a million times happier back in Perth. Here I'm just a rat sitting on a sinking ship and I should desert. On my resume it will show I quit, instead of ended my contract. But I have a damn good reason to quit so I doubt anyone would hold it against me. I managed this long under such conditions, surely that's a good thing on my resume.
