As of this week, I have survived Auski for 7 weeks and have 7 weeks left before I depart for bigger and better things. It has gone both quickly and very slowly, if that is possible. Days go slowly, since business is quite slow lately, but since each day is pretty much the same, I will occasionally look at the calendar and be quite surprised at how much of the week had gone by.
I have been moved to housekeeping for a couple weeks while the regular cleaner is away on holidays. The hours are fewer, but I am not required to smile at everyone who comes in the door so it is not too bad. To my pleasant surprise, Australians treat their motel rooms very well and I generally don't need to do more than make the beds and give everything a quick wipe-down. The one point in the day I dread is having to clean the campground bathrooms. Not because they are particularly dirty, but they are not air-conditioned and I think any place that involves human waste and 45 degree heat would resemble one of the circles of hell. It's times like that when I really miss my rocks. They always smell the same, regardless of temperature. I am afraid it will be a while before I get paid for my rock skills though- I'd say at least a year before companies start hiring junior geologists again. Luckily I have a backup job when I get back to Canada involving a 1967 International tractor and my dad's hay fields. I think I must have some sort of genetic determinism that always pulls me back to that old farm...
-A.
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