Gettin paid for nothin'

My work. I dont really do much, just sit around for 8 hours. They have those spinny doors at the entrance so everytime i enter the building i have to use them. Im on floor 3.

Robbing in Silence

A group of us had gone to the cake shop the other day. On the way back we were just minding our business, having a chat. We werent that loud or anything. Anyway we walked past this old lady on the sidewalk. She was walking slow, maybe cos she had short legs or maybe because she was old, either way she was a slow walker. Out of nowhere she speaks up and says "shhhh... dont be so loud". It was obviously targeted at Danni, a fellow backpacker who came with us to the cake shop and leading the conversation, but we all said sorry. However the old lady carried on talking saying "I know your not Australians, i got no time for them. There dirty dirty people". All we could do was agree. We quickly left her behind, which wasnt hard and for a couple of minutes left the incident behind, but after that all came to the agreement that the lady was nuts and it was a fucken odd thing to say to a group of people on the street. Plus she had a crowbar in her bag, why the hell was that in there? We decided to draw the situation. I know the quality is bad, but you get the idea.

Note: The Brothers Malone

After hearing stories of Patrick the duck, when this situation was to be drawn she wanted to be drawn as a duck.

Waiting for work.

Fraser told me a story the other day. He said that one morning he woke to find Patrick all ready for work just sitting on his bunk waiting. At the time Fraser thought nothing of it and fell back asleep. He woke again half an hour later to find that Patrick hadn't moved an inch, except for his lips which had protruded further away from his face.

Furniture distribution, maybe oneday a man-table.

His name is Jack. He deals in furniture distribution. Patty, Fraser and I had done some work for him before, arranged through the hostel. He doesnt believe in writing things done, everything is sorted, stored and calculated in his head. His favourite saying is 'I Wonder....'

Train Trip

On Sunday Todd and Fraser went on a train trip. They took ages to get back so i drew a picture of them on the train. Ofcourse the faces had to be drawn in the Fraser style. Who is this shadowy figure watching over them from afar??

Revolver

As mentioned on Patricks blog, we went to a club called Revolver on Friday. The opening act was this Australian hiphop group called First Class. They were god awful. We were both amazed by the guitarists presence as he was both striking to look at and didnt play a note.

What Patrick did fail to mention was what happened to him that night. I had gone to get a pint and he went into the bathroom. He was there an awful long time and i didnt know what he was doing. Turns out he had gone to one of the cubicles to spew but ended up falling asleep. It wasnt til some dude needing to take a piss and knocked on the door that Patrick woke up. He found himself with his arm on the floor resting in everybodies piss.

A story of Passion and Heartbreak

Before Patrick got involved Frasers boss had some bright ideas and was ready to act on them. He was in such a good place in his life.

Once Patrick did get invoved he went berserk, bulking up to inhuman proportions. Probably roids. It would explain the sudden mood swings.

Still, he was determined to keep his relationship with pink pants going. Little does he know that she may not feel the same way. Note the quote 'forever' stolen from the most brilliantly emotional scene in Highlander 4 or Highlander: Endgame. When me and Fraser first watched it we rewinded that part of the scene atleast 10 times. It was spoken all breathy. Cant believe they killed off Christopher Lamberts character and kept the Highlander TV series guy.

Newspaper

Patty made the paper on Saturday. He likes 'footy'. The Essendon Bombers are his favourite team.

Toothbrush

I have never seen a toothbrush in this kind of working condition before. Both sides are flat with the middle still sticking straight up. The shoe and lower leg at the top is the owner.

Stories

I did some more casual labouring today, this time furniture removals. It wasnt too bad with the work being fairly easy and everything pretty laidback. The dude that we were working for liked to tell stories, especially stories about how and where he has injured himself, and how some of his friends have died. All very interesting. Most of these stories seemed to have occurred in what sounds like the same area of Melbourne. By the end of it though i was kinda sick of it, not so much from the stories but because my feet were killing me cause of the boots i was wearing. They werent my boots, they were given to me this morning for the job. Steel capped so i didnt crush my toes if i dropped something. We got on the train to leave and about 15 minutes into the trip a group of filthy wasters jump on the train. They sit across from us and start having a chat with us, all the while swigging on their cans of bourban and cola. They hadnt reached the stage of getting that shit on the edges of their mouths yet, but they were well on the way. One of them had no front teeth, another was sweating heaps and it wasnt warm at all. They left eventually after one of them asked another if he could get them some 'juice'. "How much do you need?"
At an internet cafe now. Went into the room and chose my computer. The screen saver was on so i wiggled the mouse and the screen flicked on. There was no taskbar, someone had minimised it so i dragged it back to its original position only to find 6 open internet explorer pages of porn. Max Hardcore.

Transformers

We went to the Transformers film last night. We all geeked out as it was something from our childhoods that we could all relate to. The action sequences were so cool and theres nothing better than seeing giant robots battling each other. The humans were kind of annoying though and all i wanted was the Transformers to destroy them.

Casual Labour

I have no money. I'm pretty much the bum i hoped i would never be. However i did some labouring last week for two different dudes and got some cash. On Tuesday and Wednesday it was for an architect whom was designing a salon in a mall for those high class fashionable ladies of Melbourne. It was a place i would never want to get a haircut at. It had no soul. The work was so bullshit, we didn't do anything. A couple of us even fell asleep. The only highlight was on the Tuesday when the architect lost it and went on the warpath towards some ratty little security guard. He had 'Fuck', 'Cunt' and 'Shit' pouring out of his mouth.
On Saturday i did some labouring on a Italian millionaires new mansion. Apparently he had made his fortune on the stock market but you wouldn't think so from looking at him. He did have one of those shiny sport tracksuits on though. The house itself looked impressive but when you got up close you could tell it was made with the cheapest of materials. For seven hours we had to scrape spilt plaster that had dried from the floor. I was dead by the end of it.