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A note on freedom
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At last I am awarded with a few moments of free time to sit down and gather my thoughts. Awarded, I say, because of my discipline, endurance, and temperance. But there are limits one should always set and once those limits are tested, it's time to move on. That's how I came to quit my job at the Mondragó restaurant. I have to say I put myself to the test in that job. The working conditions weren't the best, and as you all know because I've bitched and moaned about it, the manager was the worst boss ever in the history of the world. He's probably the first person that I've wished ill upon in my adult life. And I don't mean the typical hope-you-fall-and-bruise-your-face wish, I mean the God-please-make-him-burn-horribly-in-a-car-explosion death wish.
And that's why I say I put my temperance and endurance to the test, because I endured this man's aggressive, screaming, putting down, hysterical abuse for a month and a half. And so now that I've resigned and left him with a large problem (we won't mention what), I am awarded with beautiful sunny days which I've learned to appreciate again.
The negative effects that job had on me were that I had grown into a grumpy, bad-tempered person. I've always been the sort of person who feeds off from the sun, absorbing energy from gorgeous sunny days, not being able to withstand rain or gray days for too long. But lately I had learned to despise these hot cloudless days which characterize Majorca. So when something that used to make me happy all of a sudden started making me miserable, it was time to make a change. And in the last two days that I've been freed from my chains, the people that I'm usually around have also commented on how my mood has shifted from irritable to happy again.
So there's one good decision I've made, even though it means less income at the end of the month. Ed on the other hand has found a decent well-paying job at a nearby restaurant where the working environment is great. He seems content with it and the hours enable him to also work at the Cave.
As the end of the season draws near, I have not been impressed with the people or the jobs here so far. I have been impressed though with our boss from the Cave, Trace, who has promised to reward our hard work by paying our way to Ibiza for the closing parties in September. He's also mentioned that if we ever want to go work in London, he could facilitate that for us. Even though we're usually skeptical, Trace seems like the kind of person who doesn't talk out of his ass, but actually really means what he says, making his words just as valuable as a signed piece of paper. I guess that's how he's earned the respect of the people here which is no easy thing.
The Cave has had regular visits from the police and complaints from surrounding neighbors about the bass thumps of the music. We've been trying to sort that out by visiting the police station, the Santanyi town hall, Trace's solicitor and by speaking to the Mayor himself, but we've decided it's better to sort the problem out by reaching out personally to the neighbors that are complaining rather than settling it with bureaucracy. That's why Trace will be performing a series of sound tests together with the neighbors tonight to agree on a volume level that will not disturb anyone. Hopefully that will keep people off our backs until the next problem arises.
Ed and I are still trying to figure out where the road will take us after we're done here. We're seriously contemplating Trace's job offers in London which will put off traveling for a few months but will be an enriching experience nonetheless. We're convinced though that the people and circumstances that have crossed our paths thus far are helping create our fate in this journey. And all we can think about are the wings that we're slowly but surely finding.
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