The seasonal job. In and of itself it is a singular experience and job situation. I was super smart and chose for this summer to get a seasonal job in a situation that is rare in this already rare arrangement. Well, in all honesty it's not that rare, but it feels exceptional to me.
I work in Olympic National Park for a company called Aramark. If you ever get the chance to work for them run the opposite direction.
You see, I work at Sol Duc Hot Spring resort. I have to drive and hour either way to get to the nearest town. When I say town, I mean town. These are small by any measure. Incidentally, my choices of towns are Port Angeles, WA and Forks, WA. Sound familiar? I'm not surprised if they do. Twilight central is where I live. I liked the books a loot better before I moved out here.
None of those are the reason that I am not a huge fan of my working enviroment though. I just wanted to highlight the all too real seclusion I have here.
But let me tell you about the rest... I live in a room with six otehr girls, a room that was not made for seven girls. Most of my roommates have put up some sort of sheet or barrier around thier bed to make themselves a small measure of privacy. I sometimes feel like I am living in a wierd version of a homeless camp, or in a village of kid's forts. I eat food that is so filled with fat and greese and cheese and fake flavoring that I have given up eating most days unless I feel like driving to town. I live above the restraunt that I work in. The only real getaway for us near property is a beach down the river a little bit that was just revealed that we could kick the crap out of each other (as in literally kicking someone in the head, not a pretty sight) and no disiplinary action is taken. I live with some violent guys too. I am never alone, I can't smell sulfer anymore, I hate people that on a regular basis I would actually really like.
To sum up my unhappiness let me relate this to you: a guest once asked me what I thought about this job and living upstairs. First I gave him the BS answer that I loved it and this was such a good opportunity. Then he looked me in the eye and asked me what I really thought. I asked him if he had ever seen the movie "Cabin Fever". with a grin on his face he said that yes he had seen it. With a grin on my face I told him Aramark was teh crooked law enforcement and the managers were the rabid dogs.
