For a while it felt like I had landed in a bizarre cross-over episode of Survivor and Iron Chef. “Who will be voted off the island next? Whose cuisine will reign supreme?”
There had been a several new staff members and backpackers who had come to the island and freaked out with the isolation. A new housekeeper spent the first three days she was here very very drunk and then ended up wandering the shark infested beach at midnight in a stupor. She didn’t have the money to get back to Perth. She was very quickly voted off the island as soon as she had earned bus fare.
Another married couple were hired as a general handyman and a housekeeper. She was a 30 year old German girl, the husband was pushing 60 years old and an Australian. Was it a visa marriage? They spent two days looking glum and unhappy and then demanded off the island. There wasn’t a boat going off the island for nearly a week so they refused to work and just walked around looking miserable. It was like a cloud lifted when they left.
I was started to feel like the final four in Survivor. It was nice that I got to be on the jury. The staff would usually come to talk to me before they went to the boss. I give the boss a heads-up if I know people are getting island fever so they will have time to find a replacement.
It was also nice to be on the jury when the competing chefs were visiting. They took it all so seriously and I was happy to partake in their gourmet offerings.
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