meet Job Blo and his family, your average Victorian family
As the alarm clock went off at 6 in the morn, Jo Blo rolled over to swipe the thing and continued to roll onto the floor with a thud. It was a bit of a rude way to start the day but commonly that was how the Blo household began theirs each day.
“Fucking Christ, if mum doesn’t get here on time this morning I’m getting the sack!” yelled Mr Blo’s wife Mary, from the bathroom as she put her make up on to go to work. “Sarah, can you go and wake your brother up, he’ll be late for work again!” Mary continued shouting orders to her eldest daughter who was preparing the packed lunches.
“He’s not going to work today mum, he got laid off, there were about a hundred of them who got the sack last week.” replied Sarah. Suddenly a crash and a smashing sound came from the bathroom, Mary dropped her coffee mug and it had shattered across the bathroom tiles.
“Damn” whispered Mary under her breath, this was already too much for the mother. Suddenly Mary perked up and began yelling at her youngest son who was still giving himself a good soaking under the shower. “Get out of the bloody shower will you John, we are still under state water restrictions and fuckin hurry up and get ready for school or you’ll miss the bloomin bus!”
John dragged his feet up the hallway leaving a trail of soggy footprints in the grimy cream carpet, “What’s the fuckin point of hurrying? I’ll prolly miss the bus anyway” he grumbled to himself. Too many times the bus had been over crowded and already three times that year a heap of school kids were left on the side of the curb. They then had to wait an hour in the cold for the next bus as most parents were already off to work.
Eventually all the family members had gone to their prospected destinations leaving Mary a few minutes to come to her own senses, get her shit together, lock the house and leave for work. At last, all done, Mary took a few breaths before she put the keys in the ignition when suddenly a glance at the fuel gage made her heart go thump.
“CHRIST!!!!” yelled Mary from the top of her lungs, “I fucking forgot to put the petrol in last night!!” she wailed and broke down in tears. The cost of fuel going up and up meant that Mary was getting less for her $100 a week budget on fuel despite all her efforts to use the car less.
When Mary pulled out of the petrol station, the car now well tanked she was running 5 minutes late. Her mother had been late twice that week coming to pick up the baby and the two-year old which meant that Mary was late for work twice that week already. Mary had to rely on her mother because the cost of day care a week was not much less than what Mary earned in a week.
In a panic Mary raced off to work in an endeavor not to be late and consequentially was caught on a speeding camera and stuck with a $70 speeding fine.
It was Friday night, it had been a bad week for every one and Jo and Mary’s oldest son, Trent was feeling it. He had decided to go out that night and meet up with a few mates to blow off a bit of steam. None of these emotions were any good around here he thought and so he took them with him for a walk.
He met up with Andy and George at their local and bought the next round. Tables were being cleared and a band was being set up in the corner, a cue began to mount outside as young, trendy and well presented patrons lined up at the door.
The band played, the guys continued to stand around the table drinking and occasionally moving to the dance floor for a tune. Every 20 mins or so the three would gather outside in the laneway to smoke their cigarettes because it was illegal to smoke inside.
The music was good, the girls were gorgeous and after finishing their smokes outside the three guys wandered back to the entrance to continue their revelry when they were stopped by a bouncer.
“2am Lock Out” uttered one of the bouncers, “you are not permitted to enter this pub after 2am” they continued.
“What The Fuck!!??” yelled Trent as he kicked at a milk crate by the front door which went skittling across to the other crates spilling them across the footpath. Suddenly one of the bouncers came over and grabbed Trent by the scruff off his shirt and shoved him down the road. This only served to irritate Trent further and he came back at the bouncer yelling all kinds of abuse. With that the bouncer then flew at Trent smacking him fair in the face which sent Trent sprawling across the pavement. Andy and George quickly came to Trent’s aid and pulled him up off the ground only soon as they got Trent to his feet they noticed that Trent was missing a front tooth.
It was cold outside and the toilets at the railway station had been locked to prevent vandalism so Trent was unable to clean up his face. The boys rung a cab and began to wait for it’s arrival on the side of the road. Every cab that went by would not pick up the three guys and so they continued to wait in the cold. After an hour of waiting they rang up again and were told that a cab was on the way. The tree boys continued to wait for a cab on the side of the road when they were approached by a gang of boys from the next neighborhood.
George, Trent and Andy knew these boys from when they were at high school, these were bad cunts, simple. Everyone at school knew that these cunts carried knives and had a teacher or two in their back pocket, they ran the school yard back then, fuck hell knows what they run now, George, Trent and Andy silently shat.
It wasn’t too bad a beating they copped, they lost their mobile phones and their wallets but they didn’t have any broken bones or stab wounds from all that. Long after the gang left the three boys on the curb side beaten and robbed of their mobile phones and wallets, the three continued to wait for a cab.
3 hours after the boys had first called a taxi, one had arrived. The cab driver at first sight of the boys, one bloodied and their obvious distress was about to take off when George threw himself in front of the cab. Then the cabby noticed that George was nearly crying and that the boys were truly in need of assistance, they were then safely dropped at each of their homes finishing at Trent’s house.
Mary came over to the cab thanking the cabby gratefully upon the return of her son and paid him promptly. She had been waiting up all night worrying about her son when she noticed the cab pull into the driveway. Suspecting something else had gone wrong considering how much bad luck had already struck her family, she was ready with her purse to collect her son.
After work on Monday Jo Blo came home from work with his usual slab of beer to get him through his working week.
“Fucking day light robbery,” Jo mumbled under his breath as he stacked his beers into the fridge. “Have you seen the price of these things yet Mary? I swear, where does this left wing Gov get off taxing the working man like it does?”
“Fucking Christ, if mum doesn’t get here on time this morning I’m getting the sack!” yelled Mr Blo’s wife Mary, from the bathroom as she put her make up on to go to work. “Sarah, can you go and wake your brother up, he’ll be late for work again!” Mary continued shouting orders to her eldest daughter who was preparing the packed lunches.
“He’s not going to work today mum, he got laid off, there were about a hundred of them who got the sack last week.” replied Sarah. Suddenly a crash and a smashing sound came from the bathroom, Mary dropped her coffee mug and it had shattered across the bathroom tiles.
“Damn” whispered Mary under her breath, this was already too much for the mother. Suddenly Mary perked up and began yelling at her youngest son who was still giving himself a good soaking under the shower. “Get out of the bloody shower will you John, we are still under state water restrictions and fuckin hurry up and get ready for school or you’ll miss the bloomin bus!”
John dragged his feet up the hallway leaving a trail of soggy footprints in the grimy cream carpet, “What’s the fuckin point of hurrying? I’ll prolly miss the bus anyway” he grumbled to himself. Too many times the bus had been over crowded and already three times that year a heap of school kids were left on the side of the curb. They then had to wait an hour in the cold for the next bus as most parents were already off to work.
Eventually all the family members had gone to their prospected destinations leaving Mary a few minutes to come to her own senses, get her shit together, lock the house and leave for work. At last, all done, Mary took a few breaths before she put the keys in the ignition when suddenly a glance at the fuel gage made her heart go thump.
“CHRIST!!!!” yelled Mary from the top of her lungs, “I fucking forgot to put the petrol in last night!!” she wailed and broke down in tears. The cost of fuel going up and up meant that Mary was getting less for her $100 a week budget on fuel despite all her efforts to use the car less.
When Mary pulled out of the petrol station, the car now well tanked she was running 5 minutes late. Her mother had been late twice that week coming to pick up the baby and the two-year old which meant that Mary was late for work twice that week already. Mary had to rely on her mother because the cost of day care a week was not much less than what Mary earned in a week.
In a panic Mary raced off to work in an endeavor not to be late and consequentially was caught on a speeding camera and stuck with a $70 speeding fine.
It was Friday night, it had been a bad week for every one and Jo and Mary’s oldest son, Trent was feeling it. He had decided to go out that night and meet up with a few mates to blow off a bit of steam. None of these emotions were any good around here he thought and so he took them with him for a walk.
He met up with Andy and George at their local and bought the next round. Tables were being cleared and a band was being set up in the corner, a cue began to mount outside as young, trendy and well presented patrons lined up at the door.
The band played, the guys continued to stand around the table drinking and occasionally moving to the dance floor for a tune. Every 20 mins or so the three would gather outside in the laneway to smoke their cigarettes because it was illegal to smoke inside.
The music was good, the girls were gorgeous and after finishing their smokes outside the three guys wandered back to the entrance to continue their revelry when they were stopped by a bouncer.
“2am Lock Out” uttered one of the bouncers, “you are not permitted to enter this pub after 2am” they continued.
“What The Fuck!!??” yelled Trent as he kicked at a milk crate by the front door which went skittling across to the other crates spilling them across the footpath. Suddenly one of the bouncers came over and grabbed Trent by the scruff off his shirt and shoved him down the road. This only served to irritate Trent further and he came back at the bouncer yelling all kinds of abuse. With that the bouncer then flew at Trent smacking him fair in the face which sent Trent sprawling across the pavement. Andy and George quickly came to Trent’s aid and pulled him up off the ground only soon as they got Trent to his feet they noticed that Trent was missing a front tooth.
It was cold outside and the toilets at the railway station had been locked to prevent vandalism so Trent was unable to clean up his face. The boys rung a cab and began to wait for it’s arrival on the side of the road. Every cab that went by would not pick up the three guys and so they continued to wait in the cold. After an hour of waiting they rang up again and were told that a cab was on the way. The tree boys continued to wait for a cab on the side of the road when they were approached by a gang of boys from the next neighborhood.
George, Trent and Andy knew these boys from when they were at high school, these were bad cunts, simple. Everyone at school knew that these cunts carried knives and had a teacher or two in their back pocket, they ran the school yard back then, fuck hell knows what they run now, George, Trent and Andy silently shat.
It wasn’t too bad a beating they copped, they lost their mobile phones and their wallets but they didn’t have any broken bones or stab wounds from all that. Long after the gang left the three boys on the curb side beaten and robbed of their mobile phones and wallets, the three continued to wait for a cab.
3 hours after the boys had first called a taxi, one had arrived. The cab driver at first sight of the boys, one bloodied and their obvious distress was about to take off when George threw himself in front of the cab. Then the cabby noticed that George was nearly crying and that the boys were truly in need of assistance, they were then safely dropped at each of their homes finishing at Trent’s house.
Mary came over to the cab thanking the cabby gratefully upon the return of her son and paid him promptly. She had been waiting up all night worrying about her son when she noticed the cab pull into the driveway. Suspecting something else had gone wrong considering how much bad luck had already struck her family, she was ready with her purse to collect her son.
After work on Monday Jo Blo came home from work with his usual slab of beer to get him through his working week.
“Fucking day light robbery,” Jo mumbled under his breath as he stacked his beers into the fridge. “Have you seen the price of these things yet Mary? I swear, where does this left wing Gov get off taxing the working man like it does?”