On the ferry to the island I received a phone call for a trial at the marlin bar.
I arrived at chris's and my bed was to be a little camper in the living room until they could find something a bit more permanent.
My first day of work was terrible, fabia and I shared the dutys of the room and I was put to work without any direction. I was told to make the bed and I'd totally forgotten how to do that since I think I only did it about 5-6 times in total on Hamilton. I know it sounds totally daft but there is a specific way to making a bed - hotel standard. I tried to pull the bed out by grabbing the head board... Little did I know it was attatched to the wall and the whole thing came off. Face palm moment.
Chris said he wanted to talk to me, he basically fired me but said it had nothing to do with the headboard, gave me no other reason just thought it wasn't going to work out but I can stay a day or 2 more till I find something more permanent.
I was beginning to feel a bit tense in the house but I just ignored it and made the most of my time by spending it at the pools and jacuzzis outside. Heaven. Chris and I got along quite well and I think maybe that's what caused him to talk to me in the end about why he was really firing me since he didn't really give me a reason. It was down to my lack of experience (which I said I had made very clear at the beginning) and the fact that I had a job at the marlin bar (the trial went really well and they offered me the job, part time only though) he thought that it would conflict with the cleaning one. I tried to reassure him but eventually I just had to accept defeat. We came to an agreement however that if I did do the odd few hours every now and again I could continue to stay and I would get food also. Eventually though this wasn't convenient for him either and he more or less kicked me out but said that if I ever need anything give him a shout. He was a strange one to be fair. One night he said he needed to talk to me, he explained he had a friend coming over, a special friend. To put it bluntly Chris was a swinger and this woman was coming over and he said it can make people judge or feel uncomfortable. So in all honesty I was glad to be out of there. They had a little girl also and I don't know, I'm trying not to judge here but that's kind of fucked up although I think she was going to stay elsewhere while this was going on. Each to their own I guess...
I moved to base hostel where I got a whoofing position (work for food and accommodation) I was on my own and attempted to mix with everyone at the bar but I don't know... It's a shit way of meeting people when music is blaring . also i was making the most of my half price drinks and was explaining to the guy at the bar when some girls next to me said " who the fuck is she" so I just took myself to my room and went to sleep. During some point at midnight I got woken up by Kieron, one of the roomys who climbed into my bed, lay next to me and asked "WHO ARE YOU" "WHERE DID YOU COME FROM"
Beth.... Wales...
"No... Where did you come from..."
"Oh it's a long story..."
"Go on then!"
Another one of the roomys interrupted I think either philipa or Hannah (the same girls at the bar wondering who I was..) asking who Kieron was talking to...
So I said "ME"
The response was "who the fuck are you" from either a drunk Philipa or Hannah. Safe to say I took an instant dislike to them since they were nothing but rude to me from the first day...
I explained my numerous failed attempts at jobs and talked to Kieron a bit before he took himself to bed.
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