One of the night watchmen* is a 23 y.o. ex-U.S. marine who has been at the hostel roughly 6 weeks. Back around Xmas/NY I saw him out at one of the clubs and he and this tiny girl (he’s around the 6′ mark) were sucking each others face off on the dancefloor. So naturally I took to throwing ice at them. He twigged, saw me, we laughed at each other and he returned to sucking face while I continued on with my girlfriends.
Fast forward to work the next evening. He comes out and starts moaning about how he didn’t get lucky the night before and asks why-oh-why didn’t she come home with him (which she technically did since she was staying at the hostel – she just didn’t go home with him). So I filled him in on how there are girls out there that are just up for the dirty dancefloor pash, but are in no way prepared to go home and sleep with some random guy. This mystifies him. He goes on to blame me (jokingly) for not looking out for him and letting him get into trouble while out partying. So the running joke now is, as a result of my absence, I am responsible for a grown man-boy’s drunk indiscretions.
Anyway, this whole joking thing has somehow evolved into me being a combination of his pimp, mother, and agony aunt.
The latest story is a few days ago he managed to get a blow job off a Scottish girl staying a few nights at the hostel. Yes. I get told what he got and where he got it. I now no longer want to sit on a specific couch in reception. I get asked as to when she is staying until and he proceeds to avoid her the rest of her stay. Which isn’t surprising because man-boys are dicks.
What puzzles me is why do they share these things with me?
I suspect I have encouraged it by not overly reacting to what they do tell me. So maybe they think it’s ok. I dunno. Doesn’t really matter because I end up with a wealth of fodder for interesting stories.
*Night watchman – person responsible for hostel security, late check-ins, early check-outs and general cleaning from 10pm – 7am.
I just had to go back and check that I hadn’t posted since last year. I sucked last year for posting. Perhaps I’ll suck this year too but hey, I have the best of intentions 🙂
At work right now, which is reception at a backpackers hostel. After being screwed over in my last job, I found every man and his dog was out there competing with me for an admin/accounts position. So I’ve ended up going back to what I did when I first moved here. Now, I love it – backpackers are generally chilled out people, who just want to do things and have fun and that’s what I’m paid to help them do. A few people stick around long-term and it ends up like working with all your favourite family members who just like to get pissed most of the time. Plus the guys generally wander around the hostel in nothing but low-slung board shorts.
Only down side is it’s basic wage. Plus any commision I make selling tours to guests, but since it’s the low season that’s a bit of a challenge. So in the end I’m just scraping by. I need to try get some freelance work or something. My plans for this year are gonna require a large amount of savings. I have two weddings (best friend’s and my brother’s – the latter of which I think is going to be in Fiji) and want to visit my parents in PNG and grandparents in Brisbane. Add to that car repairs/services, registration – this car is costing me more than she is worth but I can’t afford a new one 😦
I’ll have to get through it somehow…
*pause for intermission*
I’m still at work and right now a bit shaken up – one our long-term guests just had an epilectic seizure in reception. It was pretty bad. We got him to the floor on his side and with a pillow under his head but he went blue in the face so we called the ambulance. They took him to the hospital and my bus driver went with them. But someone still had to drive the bus into town so I decided to do it. And now there is a great big dent, like 3 foot long along the bottom of the driver’s side. :(:(:( My boss is gonna be pissed. (The dent is there because I didn’t take into account a great big coconut tree on the side of the driveway).
Important thing though is that the guy is ok. I just have to be a bit cooler under stressed conditions and not drive the work bus.