Calmative

It only took 24 hours for me to realise that i could never live with my mum again.
True true, I moved out at 17 and have never lived at home since.  And yes, she has only been staying with me for the past 2 nights and I am already looking forward to having "my" house back again.
She goes back to NZ tomorrow.  She has been in Port for about 3 Years now, but has decided she couldn’t stand to do another hot, sticky sweaty summer and wants to go home and play in her garden and whatever…. I’m ok, as much as I realise I will miss her, I am only seeing her departure as an extended holiday.  She will be back in a few months.

My exec went on holiday last week.  Leaving me in charge of a 5 star property and the 50 chefs beneath me.  I have a week ahead of full conferencing for 250 pax.  Which is slightly freaking me out.  But I am determined that I can do it and I will do it.
He will come back to a calm, clean and organized kitchen and hotel, and everyone will tell him what a great job I did… lol

I did a couple of interviews today and having been having to go through all the shitty meeting and stuff that goes with the job.
I don’t envy his job, but a little more of his dosh would be awesome.
I’m afraid after conducting interviews and been made privy to what the level underneath me get compared to what I paid and the hours I do and the responsibility I have on my shoulders, that he will be getting a polite earful about the pay situation once he returns.

There is a $4000 dollar a year difference in my salary and the next level down, but there is a $40000 difference between me and my head chef.
Not right.
Seeing how I am the head chef 2 days of every week.
And for 8 weeks a year.

What else.

I am moving.
To a house. Still only 2 bedrooms, but it has a garden and its own swimming pool, huge deck outside and nice big bi-fold doors between the bedroom and and the deck/pool.
Gardens and pool are maintained and the price is the same for where I am now.
Granted, this place is brand new and is nice, but its in a complex of 16 apartments, one small pool.  I’m upstairs so its private, but it gets full sun all afternoon and no breeze, which is this climate is like a sweatbox.

I can’t wait to move in.
Though I shall be conducting a cleansing of the house, as the owners have just gotten divorced.
And there are also 2 teenage boys living there.
I’m planning on filling it with light and positivity.
As I am living a very happy life these days!

I sold my scooter after advertising it for 4 hours.
A beautiful gay Greek man loved her pinkness and happily rode her away.
I was very happy with her new ownership.

There are rumors that the hotel may have been brought by Clive Palmer.
Which would be just awesome, because he brought all his employees either a new Mercedes or a trip to Fiji for xmas!
lol.
I couldn’t sell the Mini!

Thats all.
day off tomorrow….
Take Mum to the airport.
I’m sure to feel a bit lost, so no doubt I’ll be going shopping after.
Then I am going out to dinner in Cairns with my man friend…
( not a date, I couldn’t date him, his 11 year old daughter is an evil witch of a pre-teen)
My gorgeous sleeping help is kicking in and filling me with her warm fuzziness.
So I best be off…

Nighties!