I think I mentioned it a month or so ago that I was going out to a remote place to work at a resort. I say place because it’s really nothing much, just a few houses and outbuildings to service a marina and supply for a family. So, as you can see, I can’t really call it a community, so we’re going with place. But then, I guess you could get all into the “what defines community?” but I won’t because I’ve already pressed on with this train of thought longer than I was hoping to.
Anyway, here I am, out in the middle of nowhere really, to a place I had never heard of until I applied to work here. It’s small, it’s quaint, it’s rustic, but so far, it’s good. We’ll see if I have something else to say tomorrow when I actually start working, but as I said, so far, so good.
How did I get here, though? And I don’t mean that in a really deep, insightful way, but the actual “how did I arrive here today?” It was pretty easy. I met the boat at the marina, and also met another staff member that was coming in with me, and then one of the family members that run the place, and his kids. They were super cute, by the way. And then it was piling on to the boat for a three-hour tour. Just kidding, it was just under and hour and a half. We saw ocean, trees, mountains, eagles, and a cruise ship. So pretty much a regular Tuesday in town, but it’s still nice to see it outside of the city and more in nature.
We eventually got to the dock and I met some people that I’ll be living with, whose names I immediately forgot, but now I think I’m good. I also met a puppy named Strudel. Well, he’s probably not a puppy, but I don’t care. He’s the best. I want him to be my forever friend. Legit. He seems to live here, so now the next course of action is to convince him that he really likes going into the general store and staying there. Of course, if I manage that, I’ll likely get no work done, ever.
Anyway, after loading up the little gator, we headed up to the shop to drop off some of the groceries from town, and then up to the first staff house. It’s crazy for me to think that they have two staff houses, because when I was last out in a remote place, we had one, and one of the rooms wasn’t even inside the shack, it was more like a shed that they had decided someone could sleep in, and most of the rooms were shared. Here, there are two houses, everyone gets their own room, and the one I’m in is brand new. It seems like they’re kinda trying to be proper by having girls in one house and guys in another, but also, we have one guy with us, so I don’t know. Maybe it’s supposed to be young and old, but in that case, I’m pretty sure I’m in the wrong house. Don’t tell anyone.
So we dropped off the guy I came in with at the first house and then headed up to the second one, where I managed to score the last room. That kinda sucks, because my views aren’t the greatest, but considering I just have to walk out of the door to see the ocean, I think I’ll get over it. The only thing I wish my room had that it doesn’t is a desk. I do a lot of work, and having a desk would make that easier, but other than that, I’m good. Before the boss man left, he had invited me and the new guy to go to the restaurant for dinner on them, which was a nice welcome.
I had like an hour before I had to go to dinner, so I unpacked as best as I could, and I think I’ve done a decent job of it. There’s still a few things I want to organize, and I haven’t unpacked my dry food yet, but I’m sure it’ll be fine sitting in its tote under my beside table.
And then I headed down to the restaurant for dinner. It’s such a cute little restaurant – I say that, even though I would guess that it can seat over 30 people, but still. The food was too fancy for my blood, as it so often is, but I managed to get myself a steak and some spuds, and that is all I need in life. Still, I’m looking forward to eating my own food. I know how I like it, and I put a lot of effort into prepping before I came out here.
Tomorrow morning I start my first shift in the general store, so we will see how that goes, but I’m sure it’ll be grand. I can’t be that hard, right? (I ask hopefully.)
Anyway, away I go for now to pretend I’m going to revise my novel. We’ll see if it actually happens.