Had a word with Gordon, the boss, at work today, to see whether he thought there would be much more to do for me, + he agreed that it seemed likely that I would have run out of things in the next day or so. Pretty depressing. Still, he had a word with John, his brother, + tho’ John didn’t come up with what I was vaguely hoping for, the offer of a full-time job as barman or something, he did ask me to do some clearing out of the flat upstairs for him. That, plus shifting a great load of beer for Brian, the bar manager, kept me busy all day till 4.30. And at the moment, it seems that each extra day’s work is a bonus.
Work again in the evening of course. We’ve got 3 policemen staying at the Cascade at the moment, drafted up here to cope with the huge increase in population in the area, + one of them (another Wayne, a very popular Kiwi name) had looked after the bar last night. After hearing from Bill + Marion what a splendid job he’d made of things, + how funny he’d been, I felt even more unappreciated. Ho hum, it’s feeling sorry for myself time.
Still seem to be struggling to keep work going, almost one day at a time. But so long as we can continue to make ourselves useful ( and get rewarded as a result) all is good.