Ahh, remember when leaving a job was easy?
When you could just say 'Hey, boss! I'm leaving! Seeeee ya!" and bugger off to lie on a beach somewhere in, ooh, I don't know...New Zealand?
Yeah.
See, when I told the Polo Player my plans to scoot next week, I wanted to leave in the middle of the Big, Posh Polo Tournament. This is because The Big, Posh Polo Tournament requires relocation. For two weeks, three grooms, thirteen horses (there has been a casualty) and one polo player are moving to arguably the best polo facility in the world, 6 hours away in the middle of absolute nowhere. Owned by Australia's version of Rupert Murdoch, this place is the pinnacle of polo. It's the big cheese, the secluded compound where you're more likely to see a helicopter making a drop off than a car.
But I've been feeling a bit blue; worn down by on-the-job clashes with Matty, which were spilling over into play time. Plus, with three of us now looking after the horses, it's been a case of 'too many cooks' down at the yard. The idea of taking these problems to a place where I was unable to get away or even get mobile signal made me unhappy. So, the other night, I declared myself out.
Unfortunately, the Polo Player wasn't about to let me go that easily.
Basically, if I'm not posting on Monday, it means that I've decided to succumb to the Polo Player's lengthy and scarily persuasive chat on how everything will go to pot if I'm not there. And I need to be there for the whole time. Not a few days, not one week, but two. His words, not mine.
If you don't hear from me in the next two weeks, it's because I'm in the middle of nowhere. Grooming, possibly having the time of my life, possibly being driven mad, possibly being miserable, possibily wasting 2 weeks of travel time, possibly wishing I was elsewhere, possibly loving it, possibly hating it. Who knows.
Oh, I don't know what to do.
Do I go with my selfish instinct, the same one that made me book this trip in the first place, and spend the last month of alone time travelling around New Zealand? Or do I choose to make life easier for someone else and continue doing something I'm already questioning?
Arrghh.
I'll decide tomorrow.
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You already know the answer to that one.
I know what I want to do, but I don't know what I'll end up actually doing :(
Do it! Don't be so loyal. It's fine to be selfish. It's your Holiday.
Get some balls and enjoy doing some great travelling. Time to relax after all that work.
I say - go...Robbie's right its your holiday.
...unless for some reason you dont wan to burn bridges with these people?
Here's what you do: LEAVE. If it was that important to Polo Player, he'd have hired someone and properly put them on payroll long ago. If he can't afford to do that, then he should find a less financially demanding hobby. These are the dangers inherent in hiring people who are just passing through town. He knew the risks so it's on HIM to figure out how to solve his dilemma. You have your own set of worries.
...and don't let him guilt-trip you.
Ask for more money. Perhaps even a promotion? Team Leader.
Why stay? Do you think these people are going to do something for you somewhere down the line? I doubt it.
Tough one. I know everyone is saying to follow your gut. But maybe there's a little bit of your gut that is saying that it could be fun ... it sounds swank ... it could be cool. But so could being somewhere else.
Before I read the rest, I have to say one thing... Rupert Murdoch is from Australia. Adelaide, actually.
Now I'm going to finish reading.
The Unbearable banishment is quite right. Though I suspect you have already decided to stay on.
I would maybe try and get some extra spending money. Worth a try.
Best of luck
Woof
I'd echo what Ellie said. It sounds like it could be good. But I also agree with what Unbearable Banishment said...tough one.
If you stay on, get some more money from him ;) Have fun whatever you decide.
This is the time of your life when you are able to be selfish.
With age brings commitments, willingly entered commitments I admit, but commitments non the less. Selfish is something I'd love to be at the moment but my commitments mean more to me.
I agree with unbearable in the point about don't allow him to take you on a guilt trip but, on the other hand you clearly like the idea of this venue.
Ultimately the choice is yours but I would consider what you would be doing if you didn't stay with the polo player and if it sounds better then staying then be true to yuorself and be selfish.
If you go then then it's the players look out for working with unpaid help who are just blowing through, he'll survive just fine.
Hmmm, this is tricky. On one hand it could be the icing on the cake for this part of your trip and see you leave on a high. On the other hand, Polo Player seems to have found a way to get cheap labour to support his hobby and on that basis I feel less sorry for him.
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