My friend and I needed some 'on-the-job' boat building footage for the promo we're working on, so yesterday we popped down to the marina and dropped by a site we'd been referred to. Not being tradesmen ourselves we made the critical mistake of coming at 10:00 - smoko time. Arriving just as the workers were getting in their vans (smoko back at the shop) we hailed one of them and inquired when they were likely to be back. 10:20, he replied. Fair enough, a man needs his smoko. We figured that we'd see them again around 10:30, so we picked up a few random marina shots in the meantime. 10:30, no one arrives. 10:40, still no boat builders. 10:45. At this point we deduced that pie-eating and fag-smoking are vital and intrinsic elements of boat building; but while we were supposed to provide a well rounded view of the industry, we came to the conclusion that that type of thing might not be exactly what our employer had in mind. We headed off to shoot a sparkie at work, deciding that if we came back 40 minutes or so later they might have graduated from table to tiller. 11:30. Back to the marina. I scanned the work area. Nobody's working on the boats . . . I mentioned. Sometimes facts are so obvious that they just have to be spoken. My friend looked to the side. Hey there's somebody. And indeed there was a somebody - a body who was busily packing his van. An brief conversation with the body confirmed our cynical deep-rooted suspicion that Nah, I'm just heading off for lunch, eh. The other fullas might still be there. Just as we pulled into the next site a vanload of fullas pulled out and headed off down the road.
I've decided to convert to Hinduism. If I rack up enough good karma maybe I can come back as a boat builder.
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Ummm, I really hope your dad dosent know that you are planning to convert.
I happen to know this anonymous friend you like to refer to isn’t particularly shy, his only concern was when he saw smoko in the headline and thought you were going to talk about your contrasting philosophies on food.
It has since occurred to me that the boat building thing is entirely true. In the week we work like crazy, we don’t stop for breaks, we only eat on the run or while we’re waiting for people who are late. Come the occasional Saturday when I work on the boat, I don’t start till ten, then it’s smoko, a long lunch, afternoon breaks and we knock of early.
Whats the deal mate? No update? thats not good enough
Impatient...
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