Really, even I can't blame myself. I guess i'll attempt to make my day interesting. i'd start of by giving a few comments to one of the guests rooms i had to clean today. oddly enough I can't remember their names, not that i'd want to, to be honest. (p.s. this is not me complaining, merely... being whiny and unhappy about my holiday being 19 days away).
Dear Guest,
"I understand you probably had the most amazing wedding with us, and i applaud you for choosing us. I had a good encounter with you, and begged myself numerous times to empathise with you apologising to me a million times about your room cleanliness condition. Just to point it out, I didn't know cleaning close to 34 cups and glasses was in the stipulated job contract. But my supervisor allowed me to work at my own time so I figured it was a pretty good deal. Worked my ass off cleaning as much as I possibly could, and then I was done (finally). Well, it was to a certain extent very satisfying to see the room look reasonably clean, and I obeyed + gave you a smile when you asked for dishes, plates etc. I went to get them, before I knew it, there was another party going on at your place. Just 5 minutes after I spent close to 2 hours cleaning your suite. Nicely done, really. Thank you."
Leaving that aside, i have other stuff to whine about. Paper bag stuffings at my door. 5-minute, unsatisfying, rushed, i-need-to-get-outta-here-asap showers. Constant fear. Not really the ideal things I want to be doing after a long day at work. But, this "cute" gecko (why gecko anyways, does it sound better than lizard?!) has caused me misery for the day. And a whole laughing from Paul Scott. I thought a made a pact with the insect/reptile community that if I don't bother them (i.e. me not killing them unless an absolute must), that they would reciprocate and not bother me. Apparently, they decided to go against it because a week later, I found ants crawling in my house and in our (Reena & I) favourite cereal. So, obviously, I broke the pact too. And killed them all with the human-life-saving insect repellent. Talk about retaliation. Insect and reptile community joining forces to hurt me.
And just an update. The gecko is huge, and supposedly hiding behind my washing machine. Who knows where it'll be next. Please give me suggestions on how to deal. When I signed up for placement in Port Douglas, I was blinded by its beauty that I forgot about the horrid part of having to deal with tiny, and not-so-tiny creatures. Bloody tropics.
I do have a few more things to blog about (don't worry, no more complaints i think). But I think its probably better if I head to bed to prepare for tomorrow. I can only look forward to my night out tomorrow, along with the rest of Port since its Halloween! Not surprised that I have no idea what to dress up as. I had a wicked idea of just buying a pumpkin, digging out whatever was in it to throw and smash at others, but I figured it would get me kicked out, and people with costumes might be upset. Plus, I don't want to ruin my night, so I have a feeling that idea's out.
I guess when I'm descriptive, my Port Life becomes a tad bit more interesting? Maybe I should try blogging in the middle of the night, whilst I'm constantly being shouted over msn about sleep deprivation and it causing me to break out with another load of pimples. Blah.
