Parking Off

Spent the day avoiding the boss by going and parking off on the beach. I have been told that I am not allowed my days off because I have resigned... this means working 45 days straight (no weekends, nothing) which I'm pretty sure is not right, nice or legal. So took it upon myself to give myself one day off having worked 35 days straight. I am so tired. The beach was lovely. Sat on a hill overlooking Coffee Bay and read my enormous beast of a book while listening to the waves roll in and crash against the rocks. I know I will be back in Coffee Bay sometime, but it seems obvious that now is not my time.

The Reality

Supposed to be co-managing a backpackers while combining the development project... find myself managing the entire place less than two weeks after arriving in South Africa with unhappy staff and a weird-arsed atmosphere. Manage to improve atmosphere, manage Xhosa and tourists staff nicely, get things to where they should be and organise a three day festival that went off without a hitch in early July.

Bosses decide to get divorced, the shit hits the fan and I get shouted at (and I mean full on shouting) almost every morning for minor issues that are then not an issue in the afternoon. Discover bosses not happy with my work, I discover I am not happy with them either, resign (along with about five other staff who've also had enough) and now I'm back on the road...

I wrote a Mission Statement, Constitution and Funding Proposal for my development project and the chairman has yet to find the time to read it although I gave it to him well over a month ago. He then accuses me of doing nothing to further the development project. What a joke.

So sadly, I am not a happy bunny to be leaving my second home in Coffee Bay and never expected things to work out the way they have, but hope that further opportunities will present themselves to me as I work my way down the coastline towards Cape Town. Myself and some friends have some ideas in the pipeline so I will see how they go... wish me luck!