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.
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2 comments:
Whooa-oh-oh-oh he's a working class man! That ought to toughen up your hands. They'll be like blair's in no time.
speaking of hands, i had to shake hands with this person the other day, she had the most dry hands ive ever felt
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