I think my start time was 10am. The hotel manager Frank was a good enough bloke. When I arrived at work Frank called me and and a nice uni student Keith aside. He said, sorry but last night in the saloon bar tills (cash registers) were down and Don, the licensee of the hotel, told me to sack whoever was working.
So that was that. Keith and I were sacked. I was fairly experienced by then and I did not make mistakes with money. Keith seemed like a decent bloke with some experience and didn't seem the type to take money from the till, but when very busy it could be difficult to keep track of monies. Really, I am at a loss to know why the tills were down.
I went in to collect my final pay and the lovely young bar attendant whose name I think was Keiren told me that I had the support of all the staff if I wanted to challenge my sacking. I thanked her but said no.
After a couple of idle days, I thought I need to work or I won't have money. A new discotheque called Babes had opened at the Chevron Hotel. I worked there for one night. The music volume was horrendous and ordered drinks so complicated. Not for me.
I lasted two nights at a hotel in the posh suburb of Brighton, my own family's original landholding area. I had no idea how horribly private school boys treated hotel staff. Their ages were about 16 to 22, while the legal age for alcohol was 18. Age was not policed. I can't remember the details now, but the handsome, fair haired, nicely dressed and groomed, so well spoken were just horrible nasty young men to those who served them.
Don't ever believe Australia is classless society, although I do believe it is less class based now than than the time I describe. Hotel bar staff would simply not tolerate such treatment as I received back then.
A few years ago we dined at the same hotel with Brighton Antique Dealer. It wasn't great, very noisy, but the staff were nice.
I was very sad to leave my grandmother alone, but I moved back home to Gippsland region to be with my father and stepmother. I had grown up rather a lot, with a better understanding of the people and life.
I've just changed the headline to 4/5 because I've not mentioned Olwyn, a big part of my pub working time. I reckon I could make it 8, if you want me to write about what else I did during the eighteen months or two years when I worked in a pub. I'll try to treat your sensibilities well but there are matters that cannot be ignored.