Stampede day #4
T-shirt (colour pink) worn by a redneck on a bucks night I spotted in the bar last night:
Front - 'Suck my d**k'
Back - 'My fiance won't'
Lovely eh?
We're the hardest working guys at Stampede! Apparantly some bar staff complained on the first night about a couple of missed orders but we've ironed out the kinks and we're now determined to turn our work into a fine art. We're entitled to a share of the huge tipping pool at the end of the 10 days but it's a little political as to how much we actually get so it's best if we keep all the bar staff as happy as possible, especially the unsmiling fascist ones.
Efficiency also means we have more time to chill and enjoy the atmosphere. Tom our supervisor, who is a school principal by day, has been coming back every year for the last nine years to supervise us stock guys. We all gather round and listen to stories and hopefully gain some wisdom. We were talking last night about cultural differences. I relayed a story about how my Dad, when he first arrived in Australia from Canada, was invited somewhere where he had to 'bring a plate.' It seems this is a uniquely Australian expression. So he mistakenly arrived at the event with just that - a bare plate!
The weather has been bizzare. Mostly fine and stinking hot but I mentioned in an earlier post that I got soaked in a hail storm on the first night. Last night, in the space of about 4 hours, two hail storms thundered in again. The bar is just a big tent so we had some problems with minor flooding. It didn't take us long for our ramshackle team to mobilise and deal with the mess.
It's Monday morning and I've just come back from a free Stampede breakfast. There are free breakfasts dotted all over the city each morning of the ten days. Pancakes, maple syrup and sausage. Damn I love this western hospitality.
Just cashed my first pay cheque since leaving the Australian Public Service over 2 months ago. Thank God for that.
MG
Front - 'Suck my d**k'
Back - 'My fiance won't'
Lovely eh?
We're the hardest working guys at Stampede! Apparantly some bar staff complained on the first night about a couple of missed orders but we've ironed out the kinks and we're now determined to turn our work into a fine art. We're entitled to a share of the huge tipping pool at the end of the 10 days but it's a little political as to how much we actually get so it's best if we keep all the bar staff as happy as possible, especially the unsmiling fascist ones.
Efficiency also means we have more time to chill and enjoy the atmosphere. Tom our supervisor, who is a school principal by day, has been coming back every year for the last nine years to supervise us stock guys. We all gather round and listen to stories and hopefully gain some wisdom. We were talking last night about cultural differences. I relayed a story about how my Dad, when he first arrived in Australia from Canada, was invited somewhere where he had to 'bring a plate.' It seems this is a uniquely Australian expression. So he mistakenly arrived at the event with just that - a bare plate!
The weather has been bizzare. Mostly fine and stinking hot but I mentioned in an earlier post that I got soaked in a hail storm on the first night. Last night, in the space of about 4 hours, two hail storms thundered in again. The bar is just a big tent so we had some problems with minor flooding. It didn't take us long for our ramshackle team to mobilise and deal with the mess.
It's Monday morning and I've just come back from a free Stampede breakfast. There are free breakfasts dotted all over the city each morning of the ten days. Pancakes, maple syrup and sausage. Damn I love this western hospitality.
Just cashed my first pay cheque since leaving the Australian Public Service over 2 months ago. Thank God for that.
MG
posted by Matt G at 12:15 PM
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