Dɛn dɔn pablish am: 01.10.2019
16-25 September 2019
One day, just as my break was ending, I was still standing on the veranda in the backyard when suddenly my colleague came from behind and started screaming for the boss. Kids had actually started throwing stones not just at, but into the store. The customers were already scared and he even got hit on the leg.
Everyone rushed into the store and the bosses eventually closed the shop 3 hours earlier. We had the choice between cleaning up or leaving early. But since we wanted to earn money, we chose the former. Checking expiration dates and cleaning up in general. We were finished an hour earlier. I filled up a few things while the others were already mentally prepared for the end of the day and were on their phones.
The next morning, I got the most criticism. What did we even do yesterday? Nothing was cleaned and look at this and that. I was ultimately sentenced to clean alone instead of with two others. Furthermore, she understood if the others were unmotivated because they were leaving soon. But I had to show more. I couldn't believe my ears. All my colleagues agreed that I do the most out of the four employees. Is there a hidden camera here?
Was it my job to delegate tasks yesterday? - No! If the others are unmotivated and it's okay, then why did I have to clean alone yesterday just because I'm staying longer? What kind of expectations are these? I felt really bad about these accusations and allegations. How does she even come up with this? I am the one who constantly points out things to improve in the store, and now this? What's wrong with this woman?
In the following days, I was focused only on that. I felt extremely unhappy in this place. I turned into my colleague. He had been in a bad mood for a while and I constantly tried to cheer him up, but it didn't work. Now I felt what he had been feeling all this time. The bad atmosphere in this shop. The mistreatment. The next day, I had to clean the rest alone. They pushed everything onto me, even though the others could have done a part just as originally planned. Why did I have to be the scapegoat?
By chance, I found a very cheap flight back to Darwin on the following days. Should I book it or wait? I didn't have any alternatives in Darwin. But I can't stand it here on the island any longer. I'm selling my soul for the money I earn. My balanced and cheerful nature is no longer there. It's not worth it. In the end, I simply booked the flight. The main thing is to get away from here.
The next evening, a car was set on fire on the neighboring property. I can only say Aboriginal Community. There's always something going on here.