On the island

So here we are. In the middle of nowhere... The situation seemed to be completely hopeless. Now it's better, but from the beginning:
We had to change in Frankfurt and Barcelona. First two flights were fine. Beautiful land below us, mountains, clouds... Nice. But then it happend. Our last flight was late. Very late. We knew we wouldn't make it till 10 p.m. We were said that somebody would pick us up from the airport if we arrive before 10. Quite desperate I phoned my mom and asked her to search for a phone number of our company. Well, I had one with me but no one answered. Finally I got it. Made a call. Somebody said we should not worry, there would be someone waiting for us...
But it didn't happen. Yeah, we met a man who said he was waiting for some people from Anfi (name of our company). But in the middle of this chaos he finally made us go by taxi. After half an hour we reached Anfi resort. And had to pay 50 euros. To make the matters worse, it turned out that the man in the reception didn't know about new employees. He made several calls but without any succes. So we had to wait the whole night in the reception, because the Customer Office opens at 9am.
In the morning we went to that office. Nothing new. It was even worse that we thought. The women knew nothing about new workers. Asked how come we were supposed to work here. When I explained her everything she took from me the phone number of our employer. And then it got bit clearer. We were taken to the wrong place. Our job is in Playa del Ingles, not here... So, again a taxi, again long way. Finally we got there. A macho-like gay approached us, payed for the taxi and introduced us to our team manager. But no, no one took us home. We were made to work the very same day. Well, it was more like a training, but anyway. No home, no rest, no sleep. Exhausted. Daryl (our manager) explained that the woman who recruited us doesn't work here anymore. That's why no one knew we were coming. Nice.
Anyway, somehow we managed to survive the first day. Completely unhappy with our future job. At 5 pm we arrived to Arinaga, our new hometown.
Paulina lives in an apartment with 2 English and 1 Portugese girl. I live opposite, with a Slovakian couple and a Slovakian gay.
I don't like it.

To go or not to go... (30.06.07)

I needed a lot of time to make this decision. The plans were different. I wanted to go to USA to visit my family. But suddenly it turned out that I got a job on Gran Canaria. Maybe not the perfect one, but... Hm, the place really attracts me. It's gonna be fun. Although there are some cons. Whatever. It's good that Paulina's coming with me. I wouldn't go there alone...
So, we booked the tickets, leaving on 16th July. Coming back 10th September. Hope it will all work out. Oh, yeah, and the job itself: we are to be Vacation Promotion Representatives. Sounds bit unclear. The main task is to promote a holiday resort, talk to customers etc. I can't imagine myself doing that, but I don't care. Accomodation is free, they'll pay back about 40% for the flight and it's possible to earn even 300 euro a week. Sounds cool, doesn't it?