Well, I’m alive (that’s a start), and I’m ok. “Ok” is about the gist of it. I cannot belive the shit that this place has put me through in the month that I’ve been here. In absolute honesty, I have never had so much trouble in one town as I’ve been through in Molong. I’m planning on writing to Lonely Planet and the Harvest Guide and every other travelling/backpacking guide I can find and telling them to never, ever, ever, ever, EVER reccomend this place to Anyone. Ever.
So we got here, and the unit was FILTHY when we moved in, so WE had to clean it. When I say FILTHY, I mean, the place stank of stale cigarette smoke, there was dust over everything, the floor hadn’t been swept for what seemed like weeks, the carpet hadn’t been vacummed for about the same time, the bathroom hadn’t been cleaned for months, there was wet cigarette butts and old chicken bones in the bin (they were white, which indicates that they had been sitting there for at least a week). So WE cleaned the place so that it was livable. Oh, also, the people who run the park never informed us of the $160.00 bond on the place. Then we were told that the unit was double-booked for a long-weekend, and WE had to move out for the weekend, pay for our own alternative accomodation, ($80.00 out of pocket), and then the couple that had booked the unit never showed up.
Moving on, we started work, and everything was going pretty well for a little while, but Clay was using a pair of size 13 secetuers, and needed to exchange them for size 7… the 13’s were basically to big for his hands, and 7’s would ensure that his hands didn’t cramp and cause problems down the track. The problem with all of this is that the arrogant little bitch that runs the office decided that there was something ‘wrong’ with his hands, and sent him off for a medical. Now Clay was told that a medical certificate stating 100% clearance would be enough to allow him back to work, however arrogant bitch decided (after he got aforementioned certificate) that it wasn’t enough. So he would have to get a “nerve conduction study” done to be Absolutely Certain that there was nothing wrong. Problem is, the first available appointment in the area for this test is LATE SEPTEMBER and the 3 month job finishes EARLY SEPTEMBER. Also, because he’s a casual, the company are not going to pay the $495.00 fee for the test. So essentially, Clay does not have a job.
Then there was more problems with the caravan park, a little middle-ages gnome-like English woman decided to stick her nose into everyone’s business, and eventually got the managers of the park to belive her story that WE were using the washing machine and the dryer too much. Now, we were using the dryer, but only because we had 6 pairs of socks (Holeproof Explorers) and a pair of Clay’s work jeans STOLEN from the washing line, and seeing as I now only have three pairs, I have to wash mid-week to make sure that I have socks to wear to work.
There’s more, but I really can’t be bothered going through it all.. The latest thing (that JUST happened about a minute ago) – I was typing this up, and one of the people that work here at the Library, tells me that I’m not allowed to email or post ANYTHING to the internet from these computers. Not even diary posts.
FOR GOD’S SAKE WILL YOU PEOPLE PLEASE BRING YOURSELVES INTO THE TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY!
I’ve had enough. The sooner I can get out of here, the better. Expect me to be going through Brisbane in possible a month. I can’t wait. Really. Honestly. I’m fucking over it.