Good Riddance

We survived our 11 days straight of work.  The last few days were hell but we survived.  We were so happy Saturday morning that we had two days to relax though unfortunately we didn’t have access to any wheels and we couldn’t hitch a ride with any truckies because they only had room for one passenger.   We really wanted to get out of the Springs for two days,  I did not want to spend our days off there doing nothing and being depressed.  We were in our room contemplating what to do when there was a knock on the door; it was the owner.  “As of right now your employment is terminated so pack up your stuff and Jason is driving you into Darwin.”  That was it! We packed up and left within half an hour.  

We knew something was up, the last few days were getting pretty bad,  the owner was treating me like shit.  Infact, the night before he fired us Dan was behind the bar and when he looked down on the floor he saw my iPod.  “Why is Emmies iPod on the floor?”  “Well I hooked it up to the radio and that was the only spot I didn’t get any static” replied the owner  ``so you take my missus` iPod and leave it on the floor in the most walked spot where anyone of us can step on it.  How bout I take your iPod and leave it on the floor``  Dan picks it up and puts it on the stereo…no static ``gee, look at that no static!``  Can you believe that!  My personal property and he treats it like that, it just shows you his respect level.  Not only that,  two of their former employees came back and they were both on bar…so now there are 6 of us on the bar?  Nope, made sure he had staff before he got rid of us so he wouldn’t get screwed over…CUNT!!!  Goodbye  Emerald Springs.  

Dear D & B,  you are not the type of people who should be employing backpackers,  you are selfish and a mean man who has no respect for anyone including a wife who is not well.  You stand around giving out orders while everyone else works there ass off including your wife who shouldn’t be working as hard as she does.   You don’t know to treat people or talk to them, and if you really cared about your staff you would’ve addressed the so-called issue with us early on to possibly avoid the termination and on top of that you would have actually listened to us when we tried to explain things about your prescious customer  W who is an old fat cunt with no respect for others which is probably why you like him because he is just an older fatter version of you.  You would’ve listened at the fact that he throws his money at us instead of handing it to us,  I bet he never told you that Dan got mad at him and to not throw his money at us,  you didn’t know that did you…Mr.  W didn’t tell you about that did he, he just told you I was a bitch and didn’t like me,  maybe that’s because I don’t like people who treat others especially me like shit for no apparent reason,  do unto others as you would have done unto you, you treat people like shit so they treat you the same and you don’t like it.   You wonder why you go through so much staff, why they leave in the night it’s not your staff, it’s you!!!  Oh and about my iPod on the floor,  how bout we put B’s there and see if someone steps on it,  would you do that with your wifes iPod…haha I wouldn’t put it past you.   Maybe you should lay off the fucking beer and the amphetamines that we all know you take but maybe you feel they make you a better person but I don’t think it’s possible for you to be a better person, you’re the type of person that I feel is a waste of space and doesn’t do anything good for man kind except give Aussie’s a bad name and a bad work experience.  Your also a waste of breath and I have wasted too much writing this so I will sign off by saying,  I hope for you that one day you wake up and actually see how beautiful the world is and that treating people with respect actually gives you a nice feeling inside, miracles can happen I think your miracle is B, she is a beautiful woman and I don’t know how you ended up with her,  maybe you can give her a miracle by being a nice man.   Merry Xmas and good fucking riddance.

Give Us Strength

Things haven’t gotten better since my last blog though they haven’t gotten worse.  I mean, when the owner isn’t working things are fine but it’s when he works!!!  He makes me so mad and frustrated my blood boils.  I can’t stand the way he talks to me, I just want to yell and scream at him and put him in his place.  He talks to me like I am a fucking idiot, like I don’t know what I am doing and that I am incompetent of my job and living life itself, and when he is not doing that he doesn’t talk to me at all, he barley even acknowledges I exsist unless I am not doing something to his satisfaction- which seems to be all the time, correct me in proper English –which I can say his is bad or to degrade me in front of guests.  For example today I was mopping the floor and a guest asked me about the Leukaemia function we had a couple Saturdays ago.  I stopped mopping to tell him about the event when I hear from behind me “ya and you should be on the committee, standing there talking and doing nothing”  and he wasn’t joking.  “ A few hours later we had two women come in and order lunch but they put in 4 separate orders.  I brought all the orders into the kitchen at the same time because they were all going to the same table.  Not only did I get a lecture about bringing in the orders separately he then said “but you wouldn’t understand unless you work in the kitchen”  “thanks but I’ve worked in kitchens” “ya, right.”

Later on in the afternoon he said “ok Sparrow is back” –one of our chefs-and he just walked out of the kitchen.  The chef hadn’t even arrived yet and Dan and Jayson were left with no chef for 15 minutes and they had orders up.

He will sit with guests and talk and if you tell him there is an order up he looks at you with hatred and then with a condescending tone “yup” and continues to talk to the guests like we have inconvenienced him with the food orders.  Yet if it was us that pulled that he would yell at us.

Honestly I am starting to lose it. We work crazy hours and work our asses off and we just get yelled at.  A good day is when he has paid us any notice.    I really want to give him a piece of my mind but both Dan and I can’t afford to lose this job.  It makes me feel sick to my stomach that I am putting up with this, that I am actually letting someone talk to me this way and treat me like this…like a dog, because that`s basically how we are treated.  I promised myself I wouldn`t allow myself to be treated like this and accept it but we don`t have options right now.  I know Dan and I are better  than him, it kills us to bite our tongues and take it…I am just praying for us to have the strength survive the next 7 weeks!