bizarre..
Another day where I finish work at 7am and I am up all day, on all of 40mins sleep. These are becoming regular occurrences and I really long for a solid night of 8 hours sleep, uninterrupted.
Buuut, I am coming to love this, crazy, fucked up town of Mount Isa... the chicks are so feral & what not in some ways, just so blunt, direct and swear worse than drunken sailors making me look like a fucking saint somehow! Even the most feminine and girlish ones drop the f-bomb every second word. I am over the shock now and swearing more than ever, if that's somehow possible.
Still can't get over how much money can be made for so little effort - I am not just yet, but it's only a matter of time. I am sussing out job options and what not, no need to rush into one and burn any bridges, etc. I LOVE working at the Irish Club. Granted, there is always fights guaranteed and the pack mentality is always prevalent. But, sooner or later I will come to know who is local, who knows who, etc. and I will come to know what I can and get not get away with.
The crew there is fucking solid now, since we got a professional boxer/kick boxer. That makes Me, Johnny, Mitch for solid backup. I love the way they think too, they're exactly like me that if someone fucks up, they should pay for it. Out the back away from the cameras and a little beating given out.
I can't wait to get that fucker who king hit me from the blind side. I know 99% for sure that it is him. When he came in, he looked at me for a second time. I know 100% he was there when that fight was on and I got hit, but he denies seeing the fight, denies having seen me before in his life. He is left handed - I got hit with a straight left. When I was asking him if he hit me, he had over half a dozen mates come up behind him and support him, indirectly. It's definitely him and he doesn't have the fucking ballz to admit he dog shot me. I will bide my time to get him back, dunno how or when, but I just know I will get him.
Jessi, who used to work at the Irish club's old man is a supervisor at the BSOC mine. She thinks she can get me on as a truckie.... that is fucking HUGE money from what I have heard. I am sucking up to her majorly now of course and jokingly asked her if she would go out with me.
GTG get on my fucking plane, argh.
Buuut, I am coming to love this, crazy, fucked up town of Mount Isa... the chicks are so feral & what not in some ways, just so blunt, direct and swear worse than drunken sailors making me look like a fucking saint somehow! Even the most feminine and girlish ones drop the f-bomb every second word. I am over the shock now and swearing more than ever, if that's somehow possible.
Still can't get over how much money can be made for so little effort - I am not just yet, but it's only a matter of time. I am sussing out job options and what not, no need to rush into one and burn any bridges, etc. I LOVE working at the Irish Club. Granted, there is always fights guaranteed and the pack mentality is always prevalent. But, sooner or later I will come to know who is local, who knows who, etc. and I will come to know what I can and get not get away with.
The crew there is fucking solid now, since we got a professional boxer/kick boxer. That makes Me, Johnny, Mitch for solid backup. I love the way they think too, they're exactly like me that if someone fucks up, they should pay for it. Out the back away from the cameras and a little beating given out.
I can't wait to get that fucker who king hit me from the blind side. I know 99% for sure that it is him. When he came in, he looked at me for a second time. I know 100% he was there when that fight was on and I got hit, but he denies seeing the fight, denies having seen me before in his life. He is left handed - I got hit with a straight left. When I was asking him if he hit me, he had over half a dozen mates come up behind him and support him, indirectly. It's definitely him and he doesn't have the fucking ballz to admit he dog shot me. I will bide my time to get him back, dunno how or when, but I just know I will get him.
Jessi, who used to work at the Irish club's old man is a supervisor at the BSOC mine. She thinks she can get me on as a truckie.... that is fucking HUGE money from what I have heard. I am sucking up to her majorly now of course and jokingly asked her if she would go out with me.
GTG get on my fucking plane, argh.