getting kicked out of base hostel.

So I returned to the hostel I was working in for accomodation. Between that and the Marlin bar it was working really well as I wasn't spending on food or stay. The huge downside was it was becoming a bit like slave labour and the hours i worked didnt match what I was receiving in return as I would be doin a lot of overtime. the final straw came when a customer asked for peppermint tea. Now I know how daft that sounds but when your taking orders at the desk, ensuring all the washing up is done, when there is a shortage of cutlery and customers constantly asking for cutlery but your already juggling 50 different things and there's a long ass que at the till, when your running meals out and preparing some meals all on your own. Your basically doing a 3 man job and they were incredibly short on staff volunteers that day. So when someone asks for pepperment tea I couldn't help but respond "no😒... This is a HOSTEL 😒" 

I mean I'll be honest if the hostel appreciated anything any of the staff volunteers were doing I would have appreciated my position there but I didn't. And I was pissed they put me in the position they did, busy as fuck and under staffed. The customers were all backpackers so fair enough to some of them they would help me out and appreciate the stress I was under, I guess the 4 complaints I received that day wernt from those backpackers. Safe to say I was given the boot. Pack my things and collect my stuff, I had 2 hours

To get out. Kieron my roomy offered to give me a lift but I didn't catch him, though he did say not to be gutted becuase it's the worst hostel he's worked in and the boss, bundy, he's an arrogant prick and has never appreciated the extra lengths any of the workers have gone to with certain things. I got that impression.

So I left, immediately calling good old Fred who ofcourse let me stay on his

Boat. At this point I was nervous. I was so fortunate to have Fred as an option and I appreciated that so so much as an apartment would have been too expensive as would food and the only other hostel had no staff vacancys and you could only stay a maximum of 2 weeks. 

Fred offered to pick me up

But I insisted on the bus, when I arrived Fred was waiting with other boatys on the picnic bench on the shore by work. I started to feel uncomfortable and regretted my decision to stay the moment the other boatys started to joke about Fred being surrounded by girls on his boat. but at this point I had no

Other choice. my gut feeling told me it was going to be ok so I just went for it.

Fred made my bed as usual, kissed my forhead before going to bed himself. Things felt awkward but I knew Fred did this all the time and I'm sure I would adjust in time to this crazy change. Besides, work was right on shore!