A - AGE: 28 B - Bed size : King at home, single at work. C - chores i hate: Mowing the fucking lawn. D - dog’s name: Dallas (Boston Terrier x Pug) E- essential day starting items : A good evacuation of the bladder. F- favorite color: Red. G - gold or silver: Silver H - height: 5’11” I - instruments I play: Guitar, bass, drums, once up a time a violin. J - job title: Storekeeper/Material Supervisor K - Kid(s) : See (D) L - living arrangement: Paying the bank for the pleasure. M - my worst fear : Drowning or falling from a great height. N - nickname: Russ O - overnight stay at hospital other than birth : Never. P - pet peeves: Bad B.O., people being late. Q - quote : “It’s not enough that we do our best; sometimes we have to do what’s required.” R- right or left handed: Right. S - siblings: 2 younger brothers. T - time i wake up: 0450 at work, 0830-0900 at home. U- - underwear: Bonds. V - vegetables i dislike: Onion. W - way(s) i run late : youforgotyourthingy.tumblr.com X - xrays i’ve had: knees Y - yummy food(s) i make: Is there a character limit here? I make a good slow cooked lamb shank, good steak, good beef pie, steak & Guinness pie, etc… Z - zodiac signs : Scorpio.
Can hear chains dragging on the deck above. Everyone is tying down for cyclone evacs. If the evac starts today we have to give the cyclone pool money to a Kiwi so this time for the first and probably last time we are trying to push it back.
Writing handover notes after 28 days is a struggle. You really must find that fine line between rehashing everything you have done, ordered, organised and started over the last 28 days, and telling your opposite to work it the fuck out. The language you use is also very important. Writing in a friendly jovial way seems to only encourage your relief to dick you around, leave countless things in states of disaster and generally make your next trip a living hell.
So tomorrow when I sit down and start writing my notes I will keep it short, sharp and professional, my opposite after all has been doing this longer than me (because that means anything?). He will get a basic list of what he needs to pay attention to, what he had fucked up last trip and what I expect from him in his 28 days. Followed by an invitation to fuck right off if he thinks he is going to email me or call me while I am home for Christmas.
Just watching the Family Guy episode where Brian has taken some magic mushrooms while I work. So glad I have never taken LSD or eat magic mushrooms. With the shit I have seen my trips could only be bad.
The social responsibility I have, to get up on the table, in the middle of the food court and start screaming at these fat fucking lipid-beast-men to stop reproducing and stop shovelling trays full of food into their faces. OVERPOPULATION YOU CUNTS, GET A FUCKING REALITY CHECK OR IT’S SOYLENT GREEN TIME!