First up what I say is my opinion, it will anger many, but hopefully educate.
My best advice to all of you:
1) Never believe everything you are told. ALWAYS CONDUCT YOUR OWN RESEARCH BEFORE PROCEEDING. I was lied to by my own father about my 1st love, and many other things too.
2) Seek Multiple Incomes, Because Job ( Just Over Broke) Security long term is not guaranteed anymore.
3) Be Supportive of your Friends.
4) Be Considerate of others when you go out: i. e. On Public Transport, put headphones on to listen to your music, refrain from swearing and talking loudly, NEVER put your feet on the seats. When driving, be considerate of other motorists, cyclists, pedestrians.
I also offer this advice: Arrange to have $100 per week deposited to your Superannuation/Pension funds & save an additional $100 per week in an internet only account. I wish I had done both when I started working, wouldn’t be in the financial mess I’m in now.
TREAT EVERYONE HOW
YOU WANT TO BE TREATED.
I’ve found many young people think they know everything.
Granted they know a lot about technology, and as an oldie, I appreciate the education given.
However, YP’s need to understand us oldies have seen and done a lot, and learnt our lessons too.
Please bare in mind, many people my age and older fought and paved the way for you YP’s to enjoy life:
Especially LGBTIQA+ Winners.
Please have respect & courtesy for others, because:
KARMA CAN BE CRUEL.
Back in 1970, when I realised I was a gurl, I had to hide who I truly was, in fear of my life.
Below is the last chapter of my 1st novel, written from my memory, because I lived through it, so if you are a Young Person and feel you have a hard life today, please read below, because if I could be reborn much later, i.e. 1991+ I would.
Mel’s Journey To Gurlhood Chapter 1.10 Australia in the 1950’s – 1970’s
Being “Different” or perceived to be was not tolerated. Most people who were different, hid their true feelings from everyone, anybody perceived as being different, usually copped a hiding. I witnessed or experienced this on many occasions growing up, even though it was not proven. Most boys learnt from their fathers that being Homosexual was not allowed and was a sin by God, those who were, were told would go to Hell.
As Australia was a religious, traditional country, it was expected people marry a person of the opposite sex, buy a house, start a family, and live harmoniously together until retirement age, which was 65, when the couple would enjoy their twilight years together. Superannuation was not commonplace either, most retirees lived off the Old Age Pension.
Couples would usually meet in Secondary School, or even Primary School, they would date for several years, then got married.
In 1970, when I met my 1st gf, both were 4 years young: Our families started planning our Wedding. No Joke.
Life was vastly different as well. Everyone respected authority, including children. Truancy was not tolerated, those children not in school during school hours, usually were dealt with very severely.
Shops opened Monday to Wednesday, and Friday 8.30am until 5.30pm, Thursdays were 8.30am-9pm, Saturdays 8.30am-12 Midday.
Hotels had restricted hours as well, usually closing at 6pm every night, most were unable to trade on Sundays either.
Sundays, we all either went to Sunday School for under 18’s, Church for the adults, then home for Sunday Roast Lunch, or you would go visit family.
Milk Bars were family owned and operated, you knew each person by name, and you could carry on a conversation whilst browsing.
Milk was Full Cream from Dairy Cows, Sugar was White, Bread was White Block Loaf—most of the time it was baked, by our mothers, who were totally groovy cooks.
Shopping meant going to the main street and going to the Butcher, Green-Grocer, Fish Monger, Milk Bar for dry goods, sometimes the Milkman would travel up and down the streets, same as a Green-Grocer, this was not every street or Suburb.
Coffee was instant, usually with a dash of milk and 2 sugars, these new-fangled type coffees, had not reached Australia, although until the mid-1980’s Leaf Tea was the preferred Hot Beverage of choice.
Fruits and Vegetables were very fresh and exceedingly high quality, only in season were available and usually pesticide free as well, most families grew their own. Some even kept chickens for the Freshest Eggs possible, and they tasted fresh and unbelievably delicious.
People helped each other out, and trusted each other as well, we had a “Fair-Go” Policy, and treated each other with Politeness and Respect, usually not judged before getting to know someone.
There was discrimination a lot, however that was towards non-Caucasian persons, a lot of the time they were treated very arrogantly due to ignorance from most people.
Anybody who wasn’t “Normal” was treated very badly, and usually it was a judgement by someone who felt it was their place to interfere, sometimes these assumptions were unfounded, however it did not stop harassment and persecution until the “Victim” either admitted it, moved away, or even in some comes Suicide as the pressure became too much.
Narrow and Single-Minded Persons caused a lot of problems with many people, even today it still goes on, however, not as much as in the past.
Alcohol-Fuelled violence was rare, most violence was usually very minor, sometimes it would escalate out of control, however not to the extent that occurs today.
Criminal activity did occur, however illicit drugs, Graffiti or use of weapons was either non-existent or exceedingly rare.
Men would settle differences usually with their fists, women were ladies and rarely got into any physical violence, unlike today where it is commonplace.
Most men were also very rude, arrogant, selfish, unhygienic, they only cared about other people when they knew they would get something in return, this is something that does still exist today, with most people.
Children would obey their parents, and anybody in authority, we would play outside until around 6pm when our mothers would call us in for tea, afterwards it was bath time, homework. Arguments were rare during our times playing, usually sorted very quickly and between the persons involved. We would ride our bikes, or play hopscotch, handball, football, whatever interested us at the time, and depending on the sporting season.
Most food was home-made and tasted much better than the mass-produced foods of today, it was safer and healthier, and usually did not contain any preservatives.
Television arrived in Australia in 1956, it started as Black and White, and as a commercial station (This had paid commercials, usually live to air and by the host or hostess of the current program) or a Government channel that was completely advertisement (Commercial) Free. You had to go to the set to change channels, adjust volume control and switch on/off, remote controlled televisions didn’t arrive until the mid-1980’s, also all televisions were very heavy and bulky, they were analogue with “Rabbits Ears” type aerials.
Internet was not around, research was done by going to the local Library and reading books, or by purchasing Books/Magazines at the Newsagent, Newspapers were Black and White, including photographs.
Telephones were all Landline connections, there was no such thing as a Mobile/Cell Phone, video games did not exist either. Public Telephone boxes were very widely available. Telephones had round dials on them from 0-9, you would dial a phone that way, not the push button that came in some years later. Telephone Books were where we would go for telephone numbers, and those we frequently called were listed in our own personal either Diary, or a telephone book, which was a small blank book when purchased at a Newsagent.
Newspapers were read by nearly every man every day, in some areas there were morning and afternoon editions printed. Photos and print was black and white.
Radios or Wirelesses only had 1 band AM and were usually either Talk-Back style programs or easy-listening stations, some did have the latest music as well. If a person wished to listen to music it was on a Vinyl Round Record which contained grooves in them where a needle would pick up the sound and transmit it through the amplifier, these players were originally called Gramophones, later known as Record Players.
Video Cassette Recorders (VCR’s) were not around, nor were Digital Versatile Disc (DVD) Players. Entertainment was either watching television, going to the pictures or Drive-In. Roller Skating and Ice-Skating rinks were immensely popular. Dances occurred at local Community Halls usually once per week. Patrons were very well-behaved.
Pay Television did not come into existence in Australia until the 1990’s.
Photographs were taken with a Film Camera, which once the roll had finished, you wound it back to the beginning and took it out, either replaced with a fresh film, or took the finished film to either a Chemist/Pharmacy or Film Processing branch of that company, the sales assistant would code it and hand you a receipt, the prints and negatives were usually back 1 week later. In the beginning, they were only Black and White photographs only. Instant photographs did not come into existence for many years.
Momentous events were observed for the occasion they were, not the out of control drunken madness that occurs today.
Religious occasions were respected as well.
Jobs were easier to obtain, you could walk out of a job or school today and into a job tomorrow.
Most items were manufactured in Australia, men would work extremely hard for their wages, and took pride in their work, unlike today where most people only look forward to payday.
End of the day meant men having a beer or 8 at the local public house (pub), smoking was permitted in the hotels, the bars were segregated, men had the public bar, women were restricted to the Ladies Parlour and were never allowed in the Public Bar, under any circumstances. The only females allowed in the Public Bar were the Barmaids as they were called.
Most people were paid weekly and in cash, usually on a Thursday, this method resulted in many Armoured Vehicle robberies.
Paying bills was by going into the company during your lunch break to pay the account by cash or writing a cheque and posting it in along with a remittance advice.
Decimal Currency arrived February 14th, 1966 with 1c, 2c– Copper coins, 5c, 10c, 20c, 50c— Silver coins. $1,$2,$5,$10,$20,$50 paper notes.
Credit Cards were either Non-Existent or rare.
Even though Mortgage Interest Rates could be as high as 20%, it was much easier to repay, as most people were not concerned with having the latest gadgets. Dishwashers were not common, nor washing machines, or clothes dryers either. Washing clothes for most was by hand and were much cleaner as well.
Swearing was rare, even by adults, unlike today where I’ve heard children as young as 4 years of age swearing.
Birth Control was not readily available, however even so, there were very few out of Wedlock Pregnancies, as most people controlled their urges until after Marriage. Most couples would Marry if the Woman got pregnant.
Unwed mothers’ Pension did not exist. Men took responsibility for their actions as well, unlike today where everyone blames others for their short comings.
Public Transport was all non-air conditioned; you could smoke in certain Train Carriages, everyone also took their rubbish with them and placed their rubbish in a rubbish receptacle, placing feet on seats or hogging seats did not exist. Trains were single deck services, some buses were Double-Deckers, Ferries were normal, smoking was permitted on most. Children would stand up for paying passengers no matter who the other passenger was, Respect was drilled into each child.
Printing was done by a printing company, a person would sit down and talk to the printer about their requirements, a cost is quoted, in most cases the order is placed. The customer was told when the order would be ready.
Computers were not around in the capacity they are today, everything was either hand-written and neatly, or typed using a typewriter, if there were any mistakes it would be corrected using a correction fluid or if handwriting, scrunching up the piece of paper and starting over.
Most people were very social and would go out to meet others, either through Friendship Clubs, Church outings, Community Clubs, Police Youth Clubs were mainly for boys, but it allowed them the interaction of learning male skills.
Most Motor Vehicles did not have electric windows or mirrors, they had to be adjusted manually.
Water was filled from the tap, none of the filtered bottled stuff of today, it also tasted nice, yes even I admit I prefer Filtered water as respect is no longer given by most persons.
Australians did call Elevators Lifts, although most of our terminologies have now gone to more American ones.
A groovy movie that shows 1960’s Australia is called “They’re a Weird Mob”, it is very enlightening, and shows what Sydney, New South Wales, Australia was like. I cry every time I watch it.
The Australian Weather seasons are:
Autumn/Fall–March to May.
Winter–June to August.
Spring–September to November.
Summer–December to February.
Safety was not really a top consideration either, many people died needlessly as safety was not considered, unlike today where safety is usually the Top priority in everybody’s lives. Safety should be everybody’s responsibility.
Respect Is Earned.
We should all Treat Each Other, How
WE WANT TO BE TREATED.
To end this Blog:
When I befriend a young person, it is to advise them and be a confidante for them, nothing further.
Never Assume Anything, Always Ask Questions To Clarify.
My 1st nightshift was a Sunday night. As I had never worked at night before, decided to keep drinking coffee, which was a big mistake, as I was unable to sleep until early afternoon the following day.
N.B. I have now learnt the following:
The night before I go back to work, I set my alarm for 2am, then stay up for around 6-7 hours, before going back to sleep. This may not work for everyone, but is a suggestion.
When I arrived at work, there was the handover with the afternoon cleaner and night supervisor, informing me about what needed to be done. The supervisor also had several other stations to look after, and thankfully I was left alone.
I began by ensuring all platform bins were empty, with fresh bin liners. I then went to put the bins on the street ready for emptying early the next morning.
Next, I started cleaning the offices, which included dusting and vacuuming. I started in there as the staff were on the platforms attending to services and passengers and preparing to close the station once the last service departed.
Once the station was closed, I then set about mopping the concourses, this is not using a standard mop and bucket, no it was using a scrubbing machine, which performed the clean very quickly.
Next I started on the lavatories, which were disgusting, but I knew I could clean them. These were unisex and individual.
Once I was done there, I moved up to the platforms and mopped them, then cleaned the platform lavatories too.
Thankfully, it soon reached 3.45am and it was time for a break
During my break, the station opened and the 1st service arrived and departed. I expected the platform to remain fairly clean, how wrong was I?
I walked out to find coffee spilt, along with food scraps and rubbish. Some was less then 2 metres from the bin.
I cleaned it all up, then prepared to head home.
The morning cleaner and supervisor arrived for handover, once that was done, I went to board my train home.
I enjoyed my time there.
1 Friday evening, I arrived to be advised me and the other cleaner would be training staff. We were allocated 1 person each. I had the female, whilst my colleague had a male, who was gay. During the shift the trainee came to me crying, saying his trainer was being nasty towards him.
My trainee was not comfortable working with my colleague, so I made a call to our supervisor advising them of the situation. I was told to deal with it.
I did. Asked my colleague if he wanted to clean the Eastern Concourse including the stairs, whilst the rest of cleaned the Western. He agreed, then disappeared.
Whilst we were cleaning the stairs, I could smell smoke, which disturbed me, until suddenly the female said, “Look at that.” We looked up to see a train carriage on fire. This was the last service of the night.
I screamed about the fire, which brought almost all the station staff running.
Once the doors opened, several of us boarded to spray the fire.
We saw it was a build up of papers, placed against the guards cabin, then set alight. The guard was in another carriage, thankfully.
Emergency services were called, and this service got delayed by almost 45 minutes.
Most of the passengers complained about the delay, however, the fire department had to conduct their preliminary investigation, and helped lock the 4 cars, then they were split so the rear 4 cars, became the operating service.
The fire damaged set was sent to a maintenance centre for full investigation.
Several weeks later, I was invited to become an acting Team Leader at a city station, something I was excited about. I later heard it was because of how I dealt with both incidents as mentioned above.
I loved working there as it was a fun team, not only cleaners but station staff too.
1 night, I had just started my nightshift, when the fire alarm sounded. This shocked me, but also I had no idea what to do.
Thankfully the cleaner son duty were displaced station staff who all knew what to do. That was to ensure everyone evacuated safely.
I later found out someone had lit up a cigarette in the lift/elevator.
Thankfully there was not much damage, which was easy to clean.
A short time after the station reopened, someone tried walking through with a lit candle, which I saw this person and advised them to extinguish the flame. This person tried arguing with me, but I refused to allow them to enter the validated area. Thankfully the incident was caught on CCTV and security were dispatched. This person was denied transport from this station, however, was followed by a plain clothed security officer.
They tried boarding a bus but was denied access. This person then decided to extinguish the flame and came back down to the station, however, was seen and denied access, unless the candle was confiscated. They agreed, although hurling profanities, which then caused more trouble.
I disappeared because I knew how nasty this was becoming.
My team and I had work to do.
Thankfully at 1.25am, the last service went through, then the station was closed.
This allowed all nightshift staff, including station staff to perform our nightly cleans.
My cleaners were amazing and knew what to do before I informed them, I learnt so much from them.
I enjoyed my time at that station.
I do remember, close to Christmas, I was checking the ladies lavatories and noticed the sanitary bins were overflowing. Several phone calls were made to try and solve this issue. Someone had forgotten to arrange for clean bins to be left behind.
I spoke with the Duty manager to find a way to solve this issue.
We soon did, we found empty cardboard boxes to place in each cubicle, then I grabbed a couple of empty 240 litre bins to be used exclusively for the discarding of sanitary products, although many people used the boxes to discard their rubbish.
I was praised for my ingenuity.
I remember 1 public holiday, when we were closing the lavatories early, due to the enormous number of people expected. There were portable lavatories provided.
As I was trying to close the ladies, 2 females grabbed the gate and almost crushed my hand. I was abused by both. Thankfully security saw this and came over to “Talk” with both.
Of course, they tried talking their way out of it, accusing me of offering them favours. They did not realise the entire initial incident had been caught on CCTV.
I had been taken to the 1st aid room to be checked over as my hand and arm were hurting me. Thankfully, it was determined all was ok, and advised to be careful for the remainder of the shift, which I was, but still did some minor cleaning.
This still causes me pain even over 11 years later, which I manage.
What happened to the 2 females, I have no idea, nor do I care.
1 morning, whilst working, my supervisor came to talk with me, asking me if I could work an extra 4 hours each day.
The reason was, then night Team Leader at another station had been injured and there was no one to replace them, therefore, I was asked to start at 2am, then head to my current station when the morning T/L arrived.
I agreed and it was decided for the next few days, for my team to start 30 minutes later, which left the station cleaner less for those 30 minutes, but we had no other choice.
Working 12 hour days was exhausting, but enjoyable as I got to see how another station operated at night.
1 morning, I was informed, the building next door had had a plumbing issue, which was causing a back. I did not realise, we shared the same plumbing system.
I was grabbed by a female leaving the ladies, who told me there was water on the floor. I immediately closed the ladies, for safety reasons, then notified the Station Manager.
I went to inspect the floor, gingerly, and found the drains were blocked.
Suddenly I heard the SM calling my name, I had locked the gate, but then unlocked it to let him in, then locked it again.
We noticed some of the bowls were full with water and other things.
He got the idea to try and clear the blockage, using a mop.
I went to get 1, which was still dirty from nightshift, then came back and he used the mop as a plunger.
I started laughing. He got abusive, however, I asked him to stand where I was whilst I started plunging.
He then started laughing too.
Suddenly there was an almighty noise and the water from each bowl suddenly rose up, soaking both of us. We both used the hand dryers to dry off.
We decided to close the men’s too, again for safety reasons. I decided to keep the disabled open, but locked, which meant if a disabled person wanted to use the lavatory, they had to let the gate attendant know, who would call me to unlock the door.
We placed a sign on the doors advising people. Of course, several tried scamming us, but we didn’t allow them to use them.
After each use, I gave it a quick clean, and checked to make sure the drains were not building up either.
My tenure was soon up at my station and was soon sent back to my appointed role in the maintenance centre.
Once my transfer came through, and I had cleaned in service trains for a while, I was allocated the 2nd station as 1 of the night cleaners.
I liked this, although there were several selfish, lazy twerps there.
At the time, I was still a male, and when it came to cleaning the lavatories, none of the other male cleaners wanted to clean them. I had no issues.
The first 1 was fine, it was messy, but not too bad.
The 2nd, well, I was shocked. I usually performed an inspection of them to see what needed doing 1st.
I looked in a cubicle and my jaw just dropped.
What caused this?
Someone had left a Roast dinner sitting on the seat, with the cutlery too.
I stood there for several minutes scratching my head and shaking it too.
I then called my Team Leader to find out what to do. I was instructed to discard the entire contents, including plate and cutlery, but to take a photo 1st, which I did.
The best part about this shift, I was teamed up with a great, experienced cleaner who I got on well with and we worked well together too.
Honestly, I miss them and think about them when I hear news of their favourite sporting team.
As promised, this is the 1st part of my cleaning adventures or even experiences.
This 1 is about Graffiti, which is a pet hate of mine.
When I was cleaning trains, most days we would come across minor graffiti, which consisted of scribbling on the walls and seats. This would take time to remove, and most of the time, there would be no sign of the marks.
Of course, some times, the train may not come into the Maintenance Centre for a while, therefore, the graffiti may dry and would be hard to remove.
This would result in the panelling being completely replaced, same with the vinyl seats.
My favourite graffiti was in the lavatory. Someone would write a novel on the back of the door, which differed at times, and I actually loved reading it, but my job was to remove it, which would be done in around an hour.
The reason why it would take longer, was because I was in an enclosed area and the fumes would become slightly toxic.
Once the area was clean, I would move on to my next job.
Every cleaner was given their daily tasks, some would be on deep cleans of carriages, others on minor, quick clean, others cleaning lavatories, or carpet cleaning, sometimes we were put on Graffiti removal.
1 day, when I was on Graffiti removal, a door to the lavatory closed, causing the caustic remover to splash onto my clothes and gave me a 3rd degree burn. This resulted in me being taken to hospital and put on light duties for almost 5 weeks.
I learnt my lesson from this, and started being more cautious, taking Safety much more serious.
When I was cleared to work again, a dedicated Graffiti team had been allocated. I was 1 of those chosen to be in this team, which was fun as we all worked together.
Mondays or 1st day after a weekend, was the worst as that was when most of the Graffitied trains came in.
Another part of our Graffiti removal was Murals.
For those who don’t know, this is when someone or someone’s would paint either a full side of a carriage/s or the entire carriage, which would entail all in our team to get in and remove the mural.
The worst 1 we had, was all 4 carriages, including both external drivers cabins windows, which meant this train had to be towed to the centre to be cleaned.
This took us 3 days to remove as it was so thick and hard to remove. Once we had finished, we decided to check inside the train and guess what, inside had been graffitied too. This took another 2 days to fully remove.
Thankfully, where the incident took place, the offenders were caught on camera and soon apprehended.
I don’t know what happened to them, but hope they were severely punished, both by gaol time and financial penalties.
When I started working at stations, I thought Graffiti removal was over, how wrong was I?
My 1st shift at a station, was nightshift, which included cleaning the lavatories. As I walked into 1, all I saw was paint. Thankfully it was still wet, which made removal very easy. When I was finished, the walls looked brand new.
I was offered a temporary promotion, working at a city station.
When we started, the lavatories were still being refurbished. They were opened around 2 weeks later, however, within 2 hours, 4 cubicles had been hit. The head cleaner before me locked these cubicles. The reason being, they did not have enough staff on to remove the graffiti, but knew I would on the afternoon shift, which I understood.
Once I started, I allocated 3 other staff members to assist me. What this meant, was the entire lavatories were closed for safety reasons.
We got to and removed the graffiti; however, the remover was caustic and even wearing our PPE, it still caused us all to be affected. We would clean for around 15 minutes, then taken a 15 minute break, to go to the street and get some fresh air and drink some water too.
There were many complaints about the lavatories being closed, however, most people understood the reasons why, some did not and demanded to be allowed to use them. Thankfully, we had security nearby watching, who backed me up. N.B. There were more lavatories close by, which people could use, but they were too lazy to walk to them.
When we finally had removed all the graffiti, we got to and cleaned the lavatories, then once the floors had dried, I reopened them.
The funny thing was, despite being on CCTV, the walls and seats would be graffitied too, thankfully when I was on duty, I would conduct regular inspections of the station, carrying the graffiti remover with me, so I could remove the graffiti quickly.
1 shift, during my inspection, I could smell spray paint, and suddenly looked to see several youths, spray painting a wall. I called the station manager about this to arrange for security to come down, which they did within several minutes, detaining each youth. They had been caught on CCTV.
I closed off the area, which was not easy, as we had trains arriving constantly, but had arranged for each train to close off the 1st car at the previous station.
Thankfully, the time to remove this graffiti was short.
My time at this station was soon over and I was sent back to my original location.
However, the Graffiti team had been disbanded. Although, if a mural needed removing, we would be called upon to remove it.
Most Mondays this was our allocated work for the entire shift.
Several months later, my transfer was approved, to a station closer to home.
Within a couple of months, there was a shake-up with many changes. I was allocated to station cleaning on nightshift full time, which I loved. Graffiti was still prevalent too, but not as much as it was on trains.
Suddenly, I was informed, I was not easy to work with and would be going to another location.
I heard, someone had been spreading lies about me, but instead of people coming to talk to me, they believed what was said. These lies followed me to the new depot, which hurt me as these lazy people believed what was said, despite me being a hard worker.
I still don’t know what was said, but feel it was 1 person who was lazy and jealous that I was a hard worker.
Honestly, I despised this depot as the other cleaners were all male and very toxic.
We had trains which came in with graffiti in or on them, usually the lavatory, there was 1 lavatory per 4 cars.
I was not allowed to assist with mural removal, which suited me.
Thankfully, our Out sourced Manager knew about me from other managers and offered me the chance to be the fill in Team Leader at another close by depot.
I remember 1 night talking to the security guard in the CCTV room, when I suddenly saw a group of people spray painting a brand new set. Police were notified as was the control room to have all trains stopped, as these people heard the sirens and absconded. Because of the quick reactions by our security guard, each offender was caught.
I grabbed my team and we soon had the graffiti removed.
As was policy, photos were taken before and after, then sent to the relevant section. I found out later, these offenders had been tagging other areas of the city.
My tenure working for this organisation soon ended.
Disclaimer: As usual, what is written below is my own personal opinion, and may vary from yours. It doesn’t mean to say that either is correct or incorrect, that’s what makes us all Humans.
Please check out the photos below, all taken by Yours Truly.
As promised this is the first blog about places I’ve stayed or visited.
As The world is now opening up, if anyone plans to visit the Newcastle/Hunter Valley Region of Australia, I highly recommend staying here.
1st up, I have not received any incentive to post this blog, my reason for posting is to educate.
In 2014, I stayed at this amazing hotel twice.
Both times, I was treated well by the staff.
The rooms are spacious, with tea and coffee making facilities.
Bistro, which is in front of the delivery truck, had affordable, top quality food.
As I have not stayed there in over 7 Years, I’m unable to give a recent review.
There is a take away (Take Out) Bottle Shop.
Location is a short drive from the M1 Motorway from Sydney.
There is plenty to do in the region:
Belmont, Broadmeadow, Cardiff, Caves Beach, Glendale, Hunter Valley, Nelson Bay, Newcastle, New Lambton, Swansea, Williamtown, are all easy drives and each has amazing Tourist attractions or are Transport hubs.
I would highly recommend making this hotel your base.
All of the photos are from both stays.
Please check out their website to find out more up to date information.
Tuesday June 7th, 2022, I tested positive for COVID, using an at home R.A.T.
The previous week I had a bad cough, which I thought was normal as it was now Winter.
At the time, I was travelling by train to and from Melbourne several times per week for my cleaning customers.
As per Victorian Law, I would wear a Face Mask each time I travelled on Public Transport.
However, many people refused too, unsure why.
I feel I caught COVID from another passenger.
When I tested positive, I felt so sick.
For the first couple of days, I was unable to drink any coffee, or even eat much either.
I am triple vaccinated, and feel this helped me recover quicker.
I attribute this virus to having the flu 6 times at the same time.
Of course, I abided by law and self-isolated during the 7 days, even wore a Face Mask when I would leave my room, to protect my housemate.
I received a call daily from the local Health Service about how I was.
Thankfully after 7 days, I was released and felt ok, but took another 7 days to recover.
I returned to working soon after, however, that was a big mistake.
I soon realised, I was still not fully recovered.
I applied for a job in April, and the company finally offered me a position, however the start date was quicker than expected.
Training was full on, but I was having trouble retaining all the information, which caused me to get stressed as I usually would be much better.
My emotions overpowered me a couple of times.
Thankfully, my employer is very supportive and accepting.
I honestly felt the reason why I was not performing my best, the anniversary of my mothers death was fast approaching. I was able to leave work early 1 afternoon to speak with my counsellor, who helped me.
Once training finished, we started answering live calls, however, I had a call which affected me, I still have no idea why.
I went to splash some water on my face, however, collapsed on the floor crying uncontrollably.
When I returned to my desk, the trainer saw me and knew something was still up.
The other trainer sought medical help and we had a quiet chat, resulting in me going home, (Unpaid) for that day and the following too.
I was advised to seek help, which I did.
It was determined, I was happy as I was finally working for a great employer, so much of my tears were a combination of sad long term pent up emotion and recent happy tears.
As I’m now working nightshift, sometimes, it’s hard to sleep during the day.
Recently, I was due back after a couple of days off, however, was unable to sleep. I had previously heard once you have COVID, it may linger for months later.
I conducted research and found out, I may be suffering the long term effects.
Of course, I went to have a test done, which came back negative.
Unfortunately, within a few days, I felt sick again and was sent home from work.
I feel I was run down and needed time to recover.
My employer understands, I hope, that this has affected me worse than first thought.
At the time of writing this, I’ve been resting up, and starting to feel better.
Please see the photo included in this blog, and I thank