When it was slow going at the resort we got a few nights off a week and you’d find a lot of the staff down the beach. They’d be swinging in hammocks or casting lines into the still sea as the sun dropped behind the headland.
We’d all be drinking beers and talking shit. Getting to know one another. It was early days.
There were more staff than guests. The hours were light and the workload easy. I was still earning more than I was back on the Gold Coast doing double the hours.
And it felt like we’d all lucked out.