3 More Shifts!

So I have 3 working shifts left now and it feels like it took forever to get here. I reckon it is because I started my countdown at 19 weeks or roughly just over 107 shifts. The Crappensteins have been somewhat subdued lately not because I am leaving them but because they are in for a shit storm of work. Our last cleaner quit the other day and with me finishing up next Monday and no advertisement in the paper for workers…..well, they are f*cked. I figure considering how retarded they are (seriously, you just have no idea) it should hit them in about 4 or 5 days after I’m gone.

I’ve been quiet myself this last week; been thinking about what I will and won’t miss about Crappalvania.

What I won’t miss:
- 97% of the town’s population
- Saturday nights and Sunday mornings at the hostel
- The Crap House
- The wood fireplace that has claimed several layers of my skin
- Any guest who has ever asked me a question so stupid and obvious that I wished I was a member of a different species (works out to be about 41.8% of those I served)
- The grey dull clouds that hang around this ditch when there is no wind
- Having to do my laundry using the hostel washing machines and dryers and having to stand guard to make sure no guest removes my clothes before they are dry
- Any item of food prepared and served at The Log Cabin and the diarrhea that follows

What I will miss:
- The Crap Flat and its ghosts
- The surrounding hills, amazing palette of colors in this area and the insanely cool walking tracks through the forest
- The 15 second walk to work
- Conversations about random topics with Mr. Crappenstein
- The meat pies at the bakery (made with real meat!)
- Being cheeky to guests who are shit heads
- Wicked guests who make my day, week and month
- Playing peek-a-boo with Sam
- The seriously wicked sunrises and sunsets

I will really miss Sam. Especially now that he is talking heaps more and said my name for the first time the other day. It came out as ‘Juuuuuwaaaaaaweeeee’ but hey, I’m not picky. He hangs with me at reception in the evening and we throw things over the counter at passing guests. Okay, more him than me, but I did nail someone in the old breadbasket with some steel wool last week. I remember when I ‘accidentally’ taught him to spit water out of his mouth (in my defense I was trying to get him to laugh after he’d dropped a large tape dispenser on his foot and would not stop crying….it worked by the way) and later that night he spit milk in Mr. Crappenstein’s face. I know I laughed and Sam thought it was a riot but Mr. Crappenstein wasn’t impressed. HAHAHAHAHA!


more on this soon.....