Back at winter training and I felt at home. Training really didn't go to plan though. One of my best pals from the summer came to do a winter season with me and another of his friends. We all wanted the same resort and I really wanted the same place as the year before. This plan didn't happen, I was sent to one resort and the guys got sent to another. Gutted was an understatement. I think from day one I felt like I didn't want to be there. The resort was OK but nothing on my first season (strange as I have now been working in this resort for five seasons, it's a second home to me). The season did not last long for me as a rep, my manager, in my opinion, was awful. I mean I didn't not get on with her, out of work she was great fun, but in work it was her way or no way at all. One day I just had enough, 'stick your job and here is my resignation'. As I left the apartment to tell my friends the good news I felt so happy and free and then it hit me what am I going to do now? Luckily I fell on my feet. My father always said if I fell in shit I would come out smelling of roses, and this time I did, landing a bar and PR job on the day I handed in my resignation, result! Moving day, I had the best lay in whilst all the reps were at the airport for arrival day, not me. I had blagged a couch for the rest of the season at a pals place and life was good. I remember this day so clearly. Having moved most of my stuff, I walked down the road with my tunes playing, the sun beating down and snow everywhere. Could life be any better? I thought I would use the free internet at the reps apartment for the last time. A message appeared on the screen, it was my sister, 'why are you not answering your phone?' I had forgotten to tell everyone I had a new number. The phone rang and it was my sister. The news hit me like I was in a car crash, tears running down my face and the feeling of being so happy moments before came crashing down. My Nan had passed away. I felt so alone and I had never felt this far away from home.
