Life is good. Someone said it seems like the Universe is throwing opportunities at me, and ain't that the truth.
I walked easily into the hostel job. The owner was there on Monday when I woke up, and we jumped straight in to a discussion of hours I was available. I get my training tomorrow! And a free room, starting 2 days ago. Right place, right time. That, and I bitch about not having money a lot, so people think to offer me the budget choices. All I have to do is be on call from 10 PM to 10 AM three nights a week. It's the slow season right now (mainly cause it's colder than a witch's tit), and I have been told 80% of the time you just sleep right through.
The hostel is a beautiful old Victorian that recently changed owners. The new owners took the opportunity to remodel, so there are plush couches, thick drapes, and excellent rugs on the hardwood floor. There is also a small, but ever growing, mouse family that likes to cavort at night. Whatever, I think they are cute, and all my food is up where they can't get it. There are 3 floors, all toastily heated, and for those of us employed there, free internet and free laundry. I took a bath yesterday. Did I mention life is good?
Speaking of baths, I have to give a shout out to Patty! She had the immeasurable foresight to provide me with my own personal bath stopper, which I have already used 3 times. Hurray for her!
The people here are the best. There is a girl from Latvia, and one from Washington that I work with. We went out drinking at Applebees a couple of nights ago, along with a couple of guests, or at least they drank and I watched, as I forgot my ID. Brilliant, eh? I managed to still have quite a bit of fun. When we got back, I sat up talking with one of the guys until 4 AM. I don't kiss and tell, so that's all I will say. Except that he was cute, had an accent, and that is exactly what I had been thinking hostels were all about.
It's a little strange knowing my mother is going to read that, but I am not about to forego bragging rights.
I am finally fully trained at the "jungle". It took forever (not because I'm an idiot, really), because I was always in the stock room prepping for inventory. Except when it was busy and I was called out front to play with the puppets. The days go by much faster when I can do different things. Thank god.
2 nights ago someone put an ice cube in a plate outside. It was still there at noon yesterday. Thank god for providential room arrangements. I haven't even had the balls to stay outside long enough to clean my car, so it is slowly descending further and further into a smelly pit.
Let's see, other guests. There is a very nice boy recently from Seattle, with dreads and a great smile. There have been random religous convention people passing through. A Manchester boy on a 5 month tour of the states, winding up now. A permanent fellow that's been there for years, who is very into yoga. And your random hippy chicks and dudes. It's a great place.
More later, I am sure, but now it's off to work.