Ok, have to make this short since it kills to type with my wrist now.
Left Perth with a heavy heart. I wanted to stay behind and play some more ball, but I knew that it wouldn't be fully worth it. Can't explain it, but yeah. Also, the job I had was pretty good. Good money, good people, and a great boss. Hard to find.
However, this is the...3rd time I give up a good thing for the unknown. I guess it's going to be a habit now.
Rebuilt Voa, so there's a big bed inside of it. It's basically two levels now. Top one is the bed, and the underneath it is storage. However, we use the bed as storage as well, because we have way too much stuff. So, I need to go through my gear and see what I don't need. Not going to be fun.
Weather has been pretty good to us the past few days, but today it was pouring down, and has finally calmed down now towards the arvo.
Been cooking in toilets, around the toilet blocks, and trying to live as cheap as can be while still being as comfortable as possible. It's all good.
Will post some photos later on!
Oh, I bought a circular polarizing filter and a flash for my camera! May the fun begin! And I wanted to buy a 50mm lens for it, and one store wanted 149AUD, another 229AUD! Absurd differences!!!
Ok, going to bounce! Talk to you later!
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Perth and Beyond
Pieces Falling Together
Finally, it's all coming together, piece by piece.
I now live in a house not too far away from the city, but still in the suburbs, which is something I prefer. I live with an Aussie guy with his Thai girlfriend who have only lived in the house for a month themselves. The room is big, and the deal isn't too bad either. A lot better than staying at a hostel - I think.
I have a job now, which pays pretty well, but also gives me my daily exercise at the same time. What do I do? I lift tyres all day. No joke. But no bike tyres or anything, only car/truck/forklift tyres, which can vary from one kg all the way up to about 50 kg. Don't worry, I lift everything correctly, and trying desperately not to destroy my back. Also, the company I work for is going to be implementing SAP into their computer systems, which is a perk, since I have some experience with it. And the second I heard that, I started talking to the boss and started to whore myself out, which in turn has given me more or less a permanent position for the next 3-4 months, or as long as I want to stay there. It's awesome.
Popped over to the local paintball field tonight too, and showed my face, and scored a job for the weekend. And the owner or manager seemed pretty interested in me too when I said I played PRO in Sydney and Div 1 in Sweden. I doubt I'll play anything, but who knows. Don't worry Herk, I won't ask you to send my gear over again, too much of a hassle. But I really want to find a team to coach so I can mold a small division of kick ass soliers. It would rule!
I also went paintballing the other weekend with my Belgium friends, which was expensive as hell, but good fun and yet so irritaing. For some retarded reason, they said that head shots don't count, and gun shots too. Gun shots I get, but head shots, come on!!! The amount of head shots I got isn't even funny! Also, I witnessed something that I told my rental groups to do, but they never did, and that is when you get in close, you tell the person to just give up and not shoot them. It's good cause you help make it more fun for beginners, but you also lose out on hurting people up close and personal. Someone did that to me, but I shot them because I didn't know of that rule. I walked off, and he kept on playing. And in one game, I shot someone on their side, and saw the paint break. He was out, I screamed at him to walk off, but he kept on playing. He was hiding behind a bunker with his buddy and there wasn't a lot I could do, so I start taunting them trying to make them show themselves. No go. A team mate runs past me to the right and hides behind a tree, causing a diversion, and making the guys infront of me freak and hide behind their bunker. In my mind, I saw red and a golden oppurtunity to bunker (shoot them close, real close) the shit out them and make them pay for cheating me. I run to the right of the bunker, while still running forward, twist and turn my upper body so I'm shooting them backwards, sort of. And kept of running until I got to their base and shot another person. Three guys with my one move. It felt good. And I pissed the two guys off cause I showed no mercy...*sigh*....revenge is sweet! And for the final match, we had a free for all: everyone vs everyone. A guy starts running away from me, and so I start chasing him, and when we start running parrallel, I unless my fury and start shooting him in the same spot while I'm still running and until I run out of paint. Sadistic? A little bit. If I can punish some douche bag who cheats me, I'll do it, hands down. Lucky for him he was wearing a vest, so it didn't hurt him that much. Yup, I need paintball to control my anger/energy, it's a good release.
Not a whole lot to report.
All is well.
OH!!! Almost totally forgot. This Saturday that was, I went kayaking! It was freaking sweet! I wanted to do a hike with some people from CS, but they did it on a Friday, while I was working, and I replied to the post on CS who lame that was and that I wanted to join them. So the organizer contacted me said he was going to kayak to Rotnest Island off the coast of Fremantle and was wondering if I was interested. How could I say no to that?! I meet up with him an hour later at his house and we drive down to the beach where we would be starting from. Now, I could hardly see the island from the shore, but I could see two cargo ships out there. He said that they would be about half way, and how wrong he was. About the real halfway mark, I ask him how far away the island is, and he said that it's 19.7km from shore. I started laughing! Yeah, an insane distance for my first long distance kayaking trip I thought. And right around the half way point, we could see the bottom of the ocean! Ok, it was maybe max 10meters deep, but non the less, it was pretty awesome! We also saw a turtle breach the water and then dive back down. Only down side was that we were on the island for only an hour before we had to grab the ferry back to land. Forgot to say that it took us just over 3 hours kayak that distance.
Man, I'm tired. Really tired. Ok, I'm off.
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Crumbling of the Cookie
Ok, news update, the cookie has crumbled! RUN LIKE HELL!!!
What's the story you ask. Well, upon arriving out to Burracoppin, I was truly shocked and surprised about the place because it's really out there. Not as remote as it could get, but pretty remote. Or, the most remote I've ever been at least. I waited at the pub for the wife of the farmer to come and pick me up and show me to where I was going to stay and so I could meet "Chris and the Boys". First, we go to the donga, the house which I'm going to be staying at. There was a fridge, with food, and freezer drowning with meat. I would get a plate for dinner which I just had to toss into the microwave and make my own breakie and lunch. Sweet as. My room had a double bed, a heater, a closet, and some drawers. That's it.
Next stop, meet Chris. We drive for a few minutes and then I see the behemouth machine that I was going to be driving in a few days time. Chris is a chubby man, with a round face, and just looking pretty relaxed, but on the ball. He looks like a farmer. When he talks to you he doesn't always look you in the face. Either past yours, at the ground or at something else. A characteristic I find interesting. And one night when he was talking to his brother, hardly any eye contact was made, they were both looking at the ground, I guess it helps them imagine what they were talking about. Anyway, he tells me to jump into the tractor (aka: header) and we would get started.
The wheels are at about eye level, you have to climb up a small ladder to get into the cabin, and there's eight wheels on the tractor! Two on each axle, pretty awesome. One of the other tractors had three wheels on each axle. Behind you is the seed box containing the seed and super (fertalizer) and attached to that is the bar. The bar is the plough and seeder, and how it works is that the tynes plough up the ground, and directly behind the tyne is a tube which shoots out seeds and super in a steady flow. Behind the tynes and tubes are a bunch of wheels, called press wheels which push the seed and super into the ground and make everything ready for germination. Oh, and it's about 40 feet long, so turning one of these things is a real bitch of thing.
Oh, and the header is articulated, which means that when you turn the wheels don't turn, it's the entire body that shifts from the middle, so turning is really something and backing one up with all of these extras behind you is a real skill. Something which I don't have. Will write about that.
That night I met just about the whole crew, minus one, and they were all pretty good people, making me look forward to woking with everyone. My house mate was from Zimbabwae, one of the white farmers that got chased off his land. Not very cool. But he is a pretty cool dude. Althouhg it was pretty interesting to hear him talk about his time growing up on the farm, and days after that. Mainly because when he would talk about some of his workers, he would say that they were black, pretty casually. Now, he never said anything derogortory about them, it was just like "yeah, I had this black fella etc." For me, I would imagine that after a whole life time of living amongst another race, you would simply refer to him/her as a person minus the colour of their skin. I talked to him about this, and he said you say that over there to make things clearer for the person listening, because, well, simply put, the black people work differently from how the white people work in Zimbabwae. We had a big talk about it, which made things a little bit clearer.
Any who, the first day for me was running around with one of the brothers and sorting things out like filling up diesel and preparing spray for the next day of work. And on the 2nd was just some more general running around and driving around. Day 3 I got to drive the air seeder, which was daunting, but I wasn't too nervous since I had some previous experience driving big machines. And from that point on, I was stuck in the tractor, only having a 2 way as communication between me and my collegues. I would maybe see two people in person, maybe 2-3 times a day. It was good.
However, after a few paddocks, and I got to move the machine myself, I kinda screwed up. I ended up hitting a fence, bending a piece of the rear bar (the press wheels) and bending a piece of the fence. Boss wasn't too happy, but yeah, he was willing to except it.
This is more or less when it all started. Long story short, I had 5 fuck ups in 5 days. Some big, some small. But still five for five! That is a new record! And so, when we were done with seeding, I was told there's no more work. However, a few days before when I asked, they said they would find me more work. Ok, now then, here's time for my arguments!
Hands down, I don't blame them for telling me that. I felt like shit fucking up so much! I wanted to pack my own bags and just leave. I've never done so much harm in so many days!!! But, I wish that they had taught me a little bit better and given me clearer instructions as how to use the machinery properly. Oh well. Not a whole lot I can do now.
They were really cool about it, or that's what they were showing on the outside. Typical farmer, if they like you they won't bitch you out, if they don't like you, they'll rip you to pieces. I was spared, which is a good sign, but still a bummer. They paid for my whole night, dinner and beer and all! Even after everything I had done, I just don't get it. They're mentality is just something else and something I truly admire. Patience is what flows through their very veins and soul, it's pretty impressive.
So, I pack my gear, and shortly before I leave, I pop over to the farmers mothers house, because she's the one who's going to pay me. She was sceptical as to only paying 13% tax for me, but I showed her I had only payed 11% at my other job, and then I saw that they had deducted 50 bucks for food. I asked them what the deal is, and they said it was standard, when in actualality they said it was all included. I claim that the agency and Chris had told me that the food was included, but then she says I should be happy that they didn't deduct the damage I did to the equipment. So I said with a big happy smile that I'm sorry for even bringing up the subject and that 50 bucks for 10 days of food is more than fair.
I more or less literally throw my gear into my car and just zoom off, looking forward to seeing Amy again. When I'm making my way to the highway, I was maybe going too fast, and take a corner too fast. Way too fast. I almost lost control of the car and would of ploughed into an on coming car if I were truly unlucky. But, I just had to stop to change my underwear, and make a serious mental note to take it easy around corners. Especially when the car is fully loaded and decreases my braking power and increases my braking distance. Pretty scary.
Haul ass to Kellerberrin and meet Amy around lunch time. She was working the evening shift and wasn't getting off until 10ish, so I grab her netbook and go to some hot spots she told me about. I tried to be ninja about it, but I stick out hardcore in a town like that, especially my car. People were watching me big time. A few days later in the same spot, two of the local women come over and kindly ask us what we were doing and claimed we were hacking peoples networks. Networks which were fully unprotected, and that I was accessing their computers and that she would call the cops. She was a bogan to the core and didn't know what the hell she was talking about, and I knew that no matter what I said, there would be no good coming out of it, so I told them we would leave. Amy was pretty pissed because she had been there before, and not been busted. It just goes to show, I was in a destructive zone at the time...so lame.
Anywho, after being eye balled by the locals, I drive my car back to Amy's house, and just chill outside of it, watching some movies. Once it was dinner time, I popped over to the pub to get some grub and see if I could talk to some of the locals. Got the food, but there were only road workers there, all of whom were really cool. Got talking to one of them, and he ended up buying me a few beers and I educated him on the country with in Australia (Principality of Hutt River - true story).
Amy has to drive me back to her place and we just crash. I was destroyed from the drive and just a long day. Next day we hang out and get caught by the bogans and described previously. Next day I call my boss to tell him I was coming back into Perth and was hoping he could get some work lined up for me. Amy's boss hears that and tells her she's fired and that she should leave to Perth with me. Neither of us were having luck with jobs out there. Her story is different, but it mainly revolves around that she didn't feel at home there, and yeah, I don't know the owners side of the story, sO I don't want to say anything. We throw her gear into the car and come back to the CS host we had previously, and then I start working the next day at another tyre company. My previous wind catches wind that I'm back in town and the next day, I'm back at my old job at the tyre company. People were surprised to see me back. But it felt good to be back. Good money, good hours, and something familiar. I told them only to expect me for one more week there, and the boss was happy enough with that. I worked today doing stock taking and also using some SAP, which was weird, but cool at the same time. This bloody smart ass I had to work with who thought he was hot shit was a bit surprised I knew something about SAP. I guess looking like a fool makes you a fool. Hmm...I love my camoflauge. He also wanted to come to the paintball field to teach me a lesson, and I was more than happy to accept the challenge, but he quickly backed down when he found out I was ranked as PRO here in Oz...ahhh...dumb asses, you can never get enough of them, and you can't ever get away from them. And speaking of judging book by their covers and camo, I wore all the shittiest clothes I could find, and rocked up to the local paintball field, was lent some gear from the owner and lowe and behold, I surprised people there as well. It was awesome. I didn't play as well as I could of, but I didn't do as badly I thought I would of. Hopefully I'll play some tomorrow.
Now what? Finish off this week, and leave Perth by Saturday and head up North towards Darwin, and take about a month doing it. Oh, and try to build a level in my car so I can get a full size bed in there, since Amy is coming along and we don't want to have to find a place to pitch the tent all the time or one of us has to sleep in the passenger seat.
Ah yes, I changed the oil in my car at the farm before I left. Never done it before and it's not hard at all! Well, I had to drive a big screw into the oil filter to remove it, but that's all.
Mmmmkay, that should be enough for now. Sorry for the delay guys!
Photos.
And if you check out my Aussie map on Google, you can see all the paddocks I sowed with the header!
Finally, it's all coming together, piece by piece.
I now live in a house not too far away from the city, but still in the suburbs, which is something I prefer. I live with an Aussie guy with his Thai girlfriend who have only lived in the house for a month themselves. The room is big, and the deal isn't too bad either. A lot better than staying at a hostel - I think.
I have a job now, which pays pretty well, but also gives me my daily exercise at the same time. What do I do? I lift tyres all day. No joke. But no bike tyres or anything, only car/truck/forklift tyres, which can vary from one kg all the way up to about 50 kg. Don't worry, I lift everything correctly, and trying desperately not to destroy my back. Also, the company I work for is going to be implementing SAP into their computer systems, which is a perk, since I have some experience with it. And the second I heard that, I started talking to the boss and started to whore myself out, which in turn has given me more or less a permanent position for the next 3-4 months, or as long as I want to stay there. It's awesome.
Popped over to the local paintball field tonight too, and showed my face, and scored a job for the weekend. And the owner or manager seemed pretty interested in me too when I said I played PRO in Sydney and Div 1 in Sweden. I doubt I'll play anything, but who knows. Don't worry Herk, I won't ask you to send my gear over again, too much of a hassle. But I really want to find a team to coach so I can mold a small division of kick ass soliers. It would rule!
I also went paintballing the other weekend with my Belgium friends, which was expensive as hell, but good fun and yet so irritaing. For some retarded reason, they said that head shots don't count, and gun shots too. Gun shots I get, but head shots, come on!!! The amount of head shots I got isn't even funny! Also, I witnessed something that I told my rental groups to do, but they never did, and that is when you get in close, you tell the person to just give up and not shoot them. It's good cause you help make it more fun for beginners, but you also lose out on hurting people up close and personal. Someone did that to me, but I shot them because I didn't know of that rule. I walked off, and he kept on playing. And in one game, I shot someone on their side, and saw the paint break. He was out, I screamed at him to walk off, but he kept on playing. He was hiding behind a bunker with his buddy and there wasn't a lot I could do, so I start taunting them trying to make them show themselves. No go. A team mate runs past me to the right and hides behind a tree, causing a diversion, and making the guys infront of me freak and hide behind their bunker. In my mind, I saw red and a golden oppurtunity to bunker (shoot them close, real close) the shit out them and make them pay for cheating me. I run to the right of the bunker, while still running forward, twist and turn my upper body so I'm shooting them backwards, sort of. And kept of running until I got to their base and shot another person. Three guys with my one move. It felt good. And I pissed the two guys off cause I showed no mercy...*sigh*....revenge is sweet! And for the final match, we had a free for all: everyone vs everyone. A guy starts running away from me, and so I start chasing him, and when we start running parrallel, I unless my fury and start shooting him in the same spot while I'm still running and until I run out of paint. Sadistic? A little bit. If I can punish some douche bag who cheats me, I'll do it, hands down. Lucky for him he was wearing a vest, so it didn't hurt him that much. Yup, I need paintball to control my anger/energy, it's a good release.
Not a whole lot to report.
All is well.
OH!!! Almost totally forgot. This Saturday that was, I went kayaking! It was freaking sweet! I wanted to do a hike with some people from CS, but they did it on a Friday, while I was working, and I replied to the post on CS who lame that was and that I wanted to join them. So the organizer contacted me said he was going to kayak to Rotnest Island off the coast of Fremantle and was wondering if I was interested. How could I say no to that?! I meet up with him an hour later at his house and we drive down to the beach where we would be starting from. Now, I could hardly see the island from the shore, but I could see two cargo ships out there. He said that they would be about half way, and how wrong he was. About the real halfway mark, I ask him how far away the island is, and he said that it's 19.7km from shore. I started laughing! Yeah, an insane distance for my first long distance kayaking trip I thought. And right around the half way point, we could see the bottom of the ocean! Ok, it was maybe max 10meters deep, but non the less, it was pretty awesome! We also saw a turtle breach the water and then dive back down. Only down side was that we were on the island for only an hour before we had to grab the ferry back to land. Forgot to say that it took us just over 3 hours kayak that distance.
Man, I'm tired. Really tired. Ok, I'm off.
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Crumbling of the Cookie
Ok, news update, the cookie has crumbled! RUN LIKE HELL!!!
What's the story you ask. Well, upon arriving out to Burracoppin, I was truly shocked and surprised about the place because it's really out there. Not as remote as it could get, but pretty remote. Or, the most remote I've ever been at least. I waited at the pub for the wife of the farmer to come and pick me up and show me to where I was going to stay and so I could meet "Chris and the Boys". First, we go to the donga, the house which I'm going to be staying at. There was a fridge, with food, and freezer drowning with meat. I would get a plate for dinner which I just had to toss into the microwave and make my own breakie and lunch. Sweet as. My room had a double bed, a heater, a closet, and some drawers. That's it.
Next stop, meet Chris. We drive for a few minutes and then I see the behemouth machine that I was going to be driving in a few days time. Chris is a chubby man, with a round face, and just looking pretty relaxed, but on the ball. He looks like a farmer. When he talks to you he doesn't always look you in the face. Either past yours, at the ground or at something else. A characteristic I find interesting. And one night when he was talking to his brother, hardly any eye contact was made, they were both looking at the ground, I guess it helps them imagine what they were talking about. Anyway, he tells me to jump into the tractor (aka: header) and we would get started.
The wheels are at about eye level, you have to climb up a small ladder to get into the cabin, and there's eight wheels on the tractor! Two on each axle, pretty awesome. One of the other tractors had three wheels on each axle. Behind you is the seed box containing the seed and super (fertalizer) and attached to that is the bar. The bar is the plough and seeder, and how it works is that the tynes plough up the ground, and directly behind the tyne is a tube which shoots out seeds and super in a steady flow. Behind the tynes and tubes are a bunch of wheels, called press wheels which push the seed and super into the ground and make everything ready for germination. Oh, and it's about 40 feet long, so turning one of these things is a real bitch of thing.
Oh, and the header is articulated, which means that when you turn the wheels don't turn, it's the entire body that shifts from the middle, so turning is really something and backing one up with all of these extras behind you is a real skill. Something which I don't have. Will write about that.
That night I met just about the whole crew, minus one, and they were all pretty good people, making me look forward to woking with everyone. My house mate was from Zimbabwae, one of the white farmers that got chased off his land. Not very cool. But he is a pretty cool dude. Althouhg it was pretty interesting to hear him talk about his time growing up on the farm, and days after that. Mainly because when he would talk about some of his workers, he would say that they were black, pretty casually. Now, he never said anything derogortory about them, it was just like "yeah, I had this black fella etc." For me, I would imagine that after a whole life time of living amongst another race, you would simply refer to him/her as a person minus the colour of their skin. I talked to him about this, and he said you say that over there to make things clearer for the person listening, because, well, simply put, the black people work differently from how the white people work in Zimbabwae. We had a big talk about it, which made things a little bit clearer.
Any who, the first day for me was running around with one of the brothers and sorting things out like filling up diesel and preparing spray for the next day of work. And on the 2nd was just some more general running around and driving around. Day 3 I got to drive the air seeder, which was daunting, but I wasn't too nervous since I had some previous experience driving big machines. And from that point on, I was stuck in the tractor, only having a 2 way as communication between me and my collegues. I would maybe see two people in person, maybe 2-3 times a day. It was good.
However, after a few paddocks, and I got to move the machine myself, I kinda screwed up. I ended up hitting a fence, bending a piece of the rear bar (the press wheels) and bending a piece of the fence. Boss wasn't too happy, but yeah, he was willing to except it.
This is more or less when it all started. Long story short, I had 5 fuck ups in 5 days. Some big, some small. But still five for five! That is a new record! And so, when we were done with seeding, I was told there's no more work. However, a few days before when I asked, they said they would find me more work. Ok, now then, here's time for my arguments!
Hands down, I don't blame them for telling me that. I felt like shit fucking up so much! I wanted to pack my own bags and just leave. I've never done so much harm in so many days!!! But, I wish that they had taught me a little bit better and given me clearer instructions as how to use the machinery properly. Oh well. Not a whole lot I can do now.
They were really cool about it, or that's what they were showing on the outside. Typical farmer, if they like you they won't bitch you out, if they don't like you, they'll rip you to pieces. I was spared, which is a good sign, but still a bummer. They paid for my whole night, dinner and beer and all! Even after everything I had done, I just don't get it. They're mentality is just something else and something I truly admire. Patience is what flows through their very veins and soul, it's pretty impressive.
So, I pack my gear, and shortly before I leave, I pop over to the farmers mothers house, because she's the one who's going to pay me. She was sceptical as to only paying 13% tax for me, but I showed her I had only payed 11% at my other job, and then I saw that they had deducted 50 bucks for food. I asked them what the deal is, and they said it was standard, when in actualality they said it was all included. I claim that the agency and Chris had told me that the food was included, but then she says I should be happy that they didn't deduct the damage I did to the equipment. So I said with a big happy smile that I'm sorry for even bringing up the subject and that 50 bucks for 10 days of food is more than fair.
I more or less literally throw my gear into my car and just zoom off, looking forward to seeing Amy again. When I'm making my way to the highway, I was maybe going too fast, and take a corner too fast. Way too fast. I almost lost control of the car and would of ploughed into an on coming car if I were truly unlucky. But, I just had to stop to change my underwear, and make a serious mental note to take it easy around corners. Especially when the car is fully loaded and decreases my braking power and increases my braking distance. Pretty scary.
Haul ass to Kellerberrin and meet Amy around lunch time. She was working the evening shift and wasn't getting off until 10ish, so I grab her netbook and go to some hot spots she told me about. I tried to be ninja about it, but I stick out hardcore in a town like that, especially my car. People were watching me big time. A few days later in the same spot, two of the local women come over and kindly ask us what we were doing and claimed we were hacking peoples networks. Networks which were fully unprotected, and that I was accessing their computers and that she would call the cops. She was a bogan to the core and didn't know what the hell she was talking about, and I knew that no matter what I said, there would be no good coming out of it, so I told them we would leave. Amy was pretty pissed because she had been there before, and not been busted. It just goes to show, I was in a destructive zone at the time...so lame.
Anywho, after being eye balled by the locals, I drive my car back to Amy's house, and just chill outside of it, watching some movies. Once it was dinner time, I popped over to the pub to get some grub and see if I could talk to some of the locals. Got the food, but there were only road workers there, all of whom were really cool. Got talking to one of them, and he ended up buying me a few beers and I educated him on the country with in Australia (Principality of Hutt River - true story).
Amy has to drive me back to her place and we just crash. I was destroyed from the drive and just a long day. Next day we hang out and get caught by the bogans and described previously. Next day I call my boss to tell him I was coming back into Perth and was hoping he could get some work lined up for me. Amy's boss hears that and tells her she's fired and that she should leave to Perth with me. Neither of us were having luck with jobs out there. Her story is different, but it mainly revolves around that she didn't feel at home there, and yeah, I don't know the owners side of the story, sO I don't want to say anything. We throw her gear into the car and come back to the CS host we had previously, and then I start working the next day at another tyre company. My previous wind catches wind that I'm back in town and the next day, I'm back at my old job at the tyre company. People were surprised to see me back. But it felt good to be back. Good money, good hours, and something familiar. I told them only to expect me for one more week there, and the boss was happy enough with that. I worked today doing stock taking and also using some SAP, which was weird, but cool at the same time. This bloody smart ass I had to work with who thought he was hot shit was a bit surprised I knew something about SAP. I guess looking like a fool makes you a fool. Hmm...I love my camoflauge. He also wanted to come to the paintball field to teach me a lesson, and I was more than happy to accept the challenge, but he quickly backed down when he found out I was ranked as PRO here in Oz...ahhh...dumb asses, you can never get enough of them, and you can't ever get away from them. And speaking of judging book by their covers and camo, I wore all the shittiest clothes I could find, and rocked up to the local paintball field, was lent some gear from the owner and lowe and behold, I surprised people there as well. It was awesome. I didn't play as well as I could of, but I didn't do as badly I thought I would of. Hopefully I'll play some tomorrow.
Now what? Finish off this week, and leave Perth by Saturday and head up North towards Darwin, and take about a month doing it. Oh, and try to build a level in my car so I can get a full size bed in there, since Amy is coming along and we don't want to have to find a place to pitch the tent all the time or one of us has to sleep in the passenger seat.
Ah yes, I changed the oil in my car at the farm before I left. Never done it before and it's not hard at all! Well, I had to drive a big screw into the oil filter to remove it, but that's all.
Mmmmkay, that should be enough for now. Sorry for the delay guys!
Photos.
And if you check out my Aussie map on Google, you can see all the paddocks I sowed with the header!
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