John Butler Trio!
Trip Start Sep 22, 2006
33Trip End Dec 22, 2006
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He got on stage and started pronouncing some all too familiar words and I couldn't believe my ears -- Australia's pride and joy, the environmentally-minded, sold-out sensation is none other than a good old boy from the States! Ha! "But he's got an Aussie passport," was Downsey's rebuttal. As if those are hard to come by.
Before the concert tonight, my boss Justin and I had another of our huge heart to hearts. These always start as arguments, last for hours, and end with the two of us feeling a lot better about our working relationship. All that seems to cause problems between us is a lack of communication, so we always end up having it out at full volume for as long as it takes until all is resolved.
This time it was about the issue of two guests who skipped out on their reservation. They had made an internet reservation for three nights. When they checked in they asked if they could pay at check out. I said no, but if it was a matter of money, they could pay for the first night now and the other two later. They paid for one night. The next morning they were gone long before the office was open, sheets folded up in front of the closed window. Justin decides that this is my fault, and that those two nights (which they didn't use and didn't pay for) are coming out of my wages.
I told him that this was ridiculous, because he had their credit card information and could easily charge them for at least one of the nights (you need to give 48 hours notice if you're going to cancel your reservation, otherwise we charge), but more importantly, why couldn't he just admit that these people screwed him over and side with me? Why was he always against me? How, on earth, was this my fault?
So this led into the bigger discussion of the fact that it never feels like Justin is on our (me and Anthea's) side. Ever. He is always eager to chew us out for our mistakes, ridicules us for asking him questions, and quick to assume that everything is our fault. He lost the key to the laundry machine the other day. If I had done that, I would have been the biggest idiot in the world, but because it was him it's okay. I tried to explain this double standard to him.
He heard what I was saying and even told me that he thought I was "in the top 95% of workers" he's had at the hostel because when there's nothing to do, I find something to do. Always working, recognizing what needs to be done -- he admires that. "Really, Justin?" was my response. "Because you've never made me feel that way." I told him how he made me doubt myself and my abilities daily, how I almost moved out last week, how I booked myself a three-day holiday this week because of how much I hated being there.
And we ended it amicably. He paid me my full wages plus some more on top of that. We understood each other much better afterwards, the stormy sky had been cleared up, all was right in the world again.
Until the next morning...