Farmwork – completed it mate
Working jobs you don’t want to work, in a place you don’t want to be……
Starting in a muddy field and finishing in a muddy field with 5 jobs in between and let’s not forget a firing followed by a rehiring within 20 mins.
A 13 day straight and an 11 hour sunday unpaid to rectify my monumental fuck up.
Trees, trees and more fucking trees…. test me on almond tree varieties, I dare ya.
the big black marker pen, pink ribbon, boxes, pallets, boxes, pallets, somehow being trusted with all the paperwork and adult shit.
Torrential rain, muddy boots, muddy knickers, muddy life.
Suntans, sun burn, bad backs, tired eyes and a constrain strain of the sniffles.
Early mornings, early nights, late nights that turn into early mornings.
Thirsty Thursdays, kareoke, triple DJ, Pub crawls, crawls back from the pub, the races, Leagues club and Ronnie at The Vic.
A shitty car that broke down at least once a day (no exaggeration).
Enough high vis to give anyone a headache.
Shit jobs, boring jobs, even shitter jobs, even more boring jobs.
Clock watching and trying not to watch the clock.
Bunk beds, bunk buddies, bed bugs, snoring, cuddles in the mornings, face masks, the laundrette, crack den Sunday’s.
McDonald’s runs, family dinners, extravagant dinners, beans on toast dinners, Bertoldos chicken chips, Danny’s gravy and chips, the reduced section in woolies, Pizza Hut 2 for Tuesday and $5 dominos.
Learning to make risotto by a real Italian chef, Katie’s sexy salsa, Maxi’s Mac and cheese, Rhi’s lasagne, the slow cooker, the arrival of the smallest oven known to man and a crisp thief.
Sunny Sunday’s, goon, cider, laughter, music and Kate Nash foundations.
Being threatened with eviction every week, being shouted at every week, being naughty every week and praying Cesar doesn’t watch the CCTV from the weekend (but hoping mike does).
Kangaroos, Veronica the cat, daisy and coco the doggos and too many flies.
A daily comment of “look at the beautiful moon” “look at the stars” “look at the sunset” “look at the sunrise”.
An experience like no other, so intense, so draining, such hard work, but so incredibly amazing at the same time.
But most of all a love that builds and binds like no other, a love shown through support, pride, admiration and unity because we are all in the same bloody shitty boat. Love through a packet of Tim tams when you’ve had a bad day, a snuggle, a can from the vendor or dinner on the table.
See ya never Griffith and OG backpackers, the sight of the kitchen on a Sunday evening will be etched into my brain forever more…..