lelly__

Well where do I start...the last 7 months have definitely been an experience and somewhat "challenging", which seems to be the better word.
I suppose I should start at the beginning really hadn't I...


April 2nd - 10th. Bolton Training

In travelled down with Hayley my friend from college to Bolton...where the fun was about to begin! The start of my life for the next 7 month, it does truly change you as a person.
8 days of training in the Ramada Jarvis, Bolton, Manchester. I am not going to lie I was kacking my pants. The kind of role has many different types of strong characters and up until that point I thought I was considerably strong. Well I was in for a shock.
There was not just a small group of people but about 80 people in the training course alone; I was in for a busy and stressful 8 days.

Training was boring; at some points I think I did actually fall asleep. The food at the hotel was terrible it was like constant party food. The drinks were overpriced, which in turn left me skint for when going into resort...my bad. The trainers were somewhat varied, some like to keep to themselves while others liked to mingle with the troops.


It was the routine to meet up in the bar and get drunk because that was all we had to do, other times we took a taxi to the nearest Asda, piled it with alcohol and got plastered at the hotel in our rooms. Good times. Unfortunately my roommate wasn't the most outgoing soul, so it would be a case of creeping in at night, without shouting at inanimate objectives for making so much noise.
When it came to graduation, I was the only person in a white shirt while the rest work Thomas Cook ones. They had missed me out and by the time I went back to tell somebody it was too late. So you can spot me off in the picture from a mile away!

It was 5 o'clock in the morning when a group of us left to go to the airport. But before hand a few of us made sure we left on a good note. The escapades reps were arriving as we were departing and they were rowdy as fuck! Smack heads! Loll...they were so fucked that when they ran off chasing fanny...they happened to leave a bottle of sambuca behind! (Cheesy grin) Well what can I say I was smashed on sambuca when getting on the transfers to Manchester airport, got the munchies at burger king and was hung-over on the plane! Loll. I thought it was a good way to start the season.

Menorca 12th April - 31st October (AKA a long fucking time)

Well coming out of arrivals hanging out of my ass, tired with lots of things to carry...I cursed sambuca!
The resort supervisors were there to pick us up and guess what.... I looked like shit! Loll
Driven to Cala en Forcat by the sup's, where I was to stay for another two weeks in apartments that they had not even been finished, with toilets outside the apartment doors, baths at the bottom of the stairs. For the next two weeks I shared a bed with someone I had only met one week previously.
Training in resort was definitely draining, tiring and very mundane. There was not even a supermarket open for us, but the sup's has asked for a shop to be open so that we could go in at certain points in the day to get some food...more importantly a 6 pack of San Miguel!

The place was like a ghost town considering the resort was not open for season yet, I am sure I saw tumble weed. There was only was bar open called Vincent's...it was salvation!
Many a nights in there with the rest of the guys getting drunk and mingling, it didn't take long to figure people out. I think I even get flash backs from one of the nights in there...flashing my ass! Mortifying!
After training it was then time to find out where we were going on the island, well that wasn't much fun either!

Dea: "Lesley you're going to Arenal D'en Castell!

Lesley: WHAT?!?!

(Google it, and you will see my point)

Not only was it out in the sticks, quiet and fuck all to do! There was only one bar! Irish bar 51! I was gob smacked...utterly! Not only that when it came time to move...the supervisor only thought to give us ten minutes to get out shit sorted to move! Cheers!
We moved in and my first thoughts were..."cosy". Any who... take everything with a pin of salt; it was my home for the 7 months. Amy snagged the big room, bitch! But never mind I had the next best one. Good job really, we had a really old woman move in with us called Jill...if anything was challenging...she definitely was...old bitch. Harsh but true.

Well the start of the season didn't look promising...the weather was shite, resort shite, arrivals shite - overall prospect shite! But it did begin to look up!
I met some really great people, made lasting friendships and got some amazing memories to take away with me! Quality!
There were many nights in the Irish that involved a lot of drunkenness. From random nights out, to tack tourist night, black and white, black and gold and the best one so far...Smurf night! Equalled not only quality memories but some shocking photos - face book!

There are too many stories, nights out and incidences to remember but it has been a good summer, with management not being the best and some rather challenging people. However if it wasn't for the team in Arenal I am sure I would have sacked it off by now. So a big amount of lezza love to the first choice reps, T & chantelle, Thomson reps Holly, Nic, Gemma, Spencer etc and obviously the Thomas Cook lot Amy, Helen, Mel and also Andy and Adam depending on how they felt!

Now it's coming towards the end of the season...it's just like beginning again! BORING! September was the worse it was like a month of guests constantly moaning! And then in October people come away expecting glorious sunshine...just to let you fuckers know...surprisingly enough it does rain outside of the fucking UK!!!!!!! If I was to ever write a book it would be called,"What have you done with the weather"? Lmao!
After this I am home for two months, sort out things for Uni next year, get a job do and see a million and one things! Then off to Tenerife...New Year New Reef! And then over Majorca North in the summer, but I may sack it off before I finish the season to go to Uni! But that is a long way off yet!

So there is a short story of my shenanigans in Menorca!

Hope you enjoyed it!

Lesley xxx