Works going well....

Upon the following weeks of my return from Melbourne a few things at work have changed.  The biggest one for me personally is my promotion to Supervisor/Australians call it Assistant manager.  Basically I am now responsible for opening up/closing down certain days, dealing with the pokies (Aussie fruity machines only allot more money is pumped in - Avg: £50 a sitting) and ultimately acting manager while no other 'higher' figure is present or working.

It's a fantastic opportunity and, to be honest, surely one that not many backpackers get....

There's allot to get my barnet around but, as with anything, it'll come with practice and persistence.

Unfortunately I have already noticed that with this level or responsibility is equalled by that of scepticism (sp? - in fact, is that even a word??) from customers and the like.  Upon the occasions when the manager or person in charge is required and its either come directly through me or through another member of staff who's had to come and get me ultimately the end result seems to be the same with a 'surely this KID isn't the manager' to which I respond by nailing there answers with conviction and thinking 'aaaahahahaaa f-you' at the same time...see, men can multi-task.

With my new found position comes a much welcomed wage increase and also the flamboyancy to wear shirts when particular shifts present themselves.  To me this was the same feeling as wearing a suit for the very first time, it's a little awkward at first what with the sleeves being an dodgy cut and such and you all about give up on the idea until you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and you suddenly think 'ang about, I don't look to shabby.

Whether or not my new found position could lead me somewhere, such as (short term) sponsorship or (long term) a career is yet to be seen but in the mean time I've loving every second even if it does mean I haven't seen quite as much of Australia by now than I would have expected but saying that a 1005 plan was never ever in place with the plot line constantly being updated with new ideas and suggestions.

It's a matter of weeks now until stalkers i know from back home i know grace these shores and I must admit I'm very excited at the prospect of not being the only West Ham fan at the late night games anymore