It's difficult to filter through all of the memories in my mind and decide which ones to tell, but I'll try my best. I'd love for this blog to have a "stories around the campfire" feel. Especially the stories that come out late in the evening, after everyone's had a few drinks and all guards are down. But for now, I need to just get you up to date and then we can delve deeper, peel the layers, and get to the nitty gritty.
So we're in this tiny town in central Cali (N of Fresno and S of Yosemite National Park) and we're working with a variety of people who come from very different backgrounds. Now, take a second to image how this lifestyle works. People who live in RVs don't do it because they love small spaces. They do it because they love the outdoors and want to spend more time outside. (Plus you get to move your house everytime you're ready for new scenery.) So, as a workamper, even if you're not working, you see your coworkers everywhere. As you walk your dog, hang out at the pool, play a game of pool in the clubhouse or do laundry, they're there. (Imagine EVERYONE you work with living on the same street as you.) The combination of coworker personalities' with the fact that everyone lived on-site, over time, created a tumultuous work environment. Thankfully, we stayed out of it but we still became the go-to people, who heard each story from all sides. These differences caused quite a bit of drama that began to snowball until finally a "fight" ensued. Nothing physical, just a culmination of several different factors that all came to a head. During the same time; the managers gave their resignation, a workamper couple was warned of their pending termination (which lead them to quit prematurely), money went missing, police were called - you can begin to see the tip of the iceberg. All the stories I'll tell at the "campfire" are the ice, that built the berg, of which the tip, is atop. (That almost sounds Seussical.)
I'm starting to feel like I'm trying to create one of the Reader's Digest condensed novels, that my mom passes on to me. It's not as easy as they make it look - by the way!
Ok, so the shit hit the fan! Thankfully, we felt the rumbles prior to the eruption so we had already started searching for work at other parks. That's what this is all about, right? Our home is on wheels! That's one of the luxuries of living this way. If you don't like where you're at - you change it. There's no house to sell or boxes to pack and move, just put the key in the ignition and pull away. Although we still believe in two weeks notice, we've learned that workampers are notorious for leaving in the middle of the night. So anyway, right when the hoedown became a showdown, the job in Oregon came through.
Yeah baby, time to hit the road! (I've been meaning to get that song.) Willie always comes to mind when we're pulling out of a park ... "just can't wait to get on the road again". It was perfect timing because we were beginning to feel the roots grow out of the motorhome.
So that was our first lesson in the new mobility of our lifestyle. Go when you want to go, stay when you want to stay and never compromise on what's best for you and your loved one.
Happy Travels!
D
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