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Rhi's World

The many different faces of Nick - I got the first address from a mate of mine, and I'll be damned if I say I didn't shed a tear...do have a watch; it's a movie about a girl who lost her dad in the 9/11 attacks...the second link is to the MSN space of a good friend of mine, Rhi, which I'm going to link to permanently once I get the bloody HTML all sorted out on this page...her arguements are good, especially her last one on musicians...again. have a read...

Quick joke (punch line at the bottom): When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her out to some place expensive...................

In other news, more or less disregard the last post, I have not moved out and I have now been reassigned as a cleaner, but I'm not particularly fussed, because I don't have to deal with Gail on a daily basis anymore and I only work 2 nights (Monday and Friday) and one morning (Thursday), coming up to a grand total of 10 hours...the rest of the week's mine to enjoy, that is, when I'm not doing assignments...

Now, some people have asked why I'm called Starpicket...last year, I was part of the organising committee for the annual Oxfam Community Aid Abroad Walk Against Want for Bathurst, and nice and early in the morning, there's this starpicket holding down one of the marqees that was about a foot and a half out of the ground, now, there I was, walking nicely around looking at stuff in shorts, when I walk straight into this bloody thing...all the St John guy could do, with me at the bottom of the field looking at all the blood gush out of my left shin, was point and laugh...we're mates now and work together well, seriously, and looking back, it was pretty funny...but not as funny as one of the officers, in his drunken suppor, drive a nail through his thigh at a BBQ we had at Ben's place...he didn't feel a thing...but did he feel it a bit later...

St John is pissed off at Stannies, and they're not coming back...which is a good thing...things have actually been getting a bit political even for my liking...too much shit being flung around, and hopefully, some of it WILL fall on those causing it in the business office...it's more or less just stupid, stupid little petty things, but on the other side of the coin, when you're playing with lives, it's not so stupid as having arguements over protocol...more or less, St John has to call the school matron's or the physio before we can call an ambulance, as opposed to our SOP's that state we call the wagon if we thing it's for the casualty's best interest, as it normally is (for example, head injuries, broken bones etc). Anyway, to cut a long arguement short, if the physio wants to clean up grazed knees and run around like a headless chicken. she's more than welcome to, just don't waste our time...heard after the last incident that once we left, someone actually was looking for the St John guys for a kid who had difficulty breathing...aparently he went into shock and the ambulance responded pretty smartly...someone did ask me afterwards where we were (I was on duty there), and I said we were called to something else that needed covering while this one was comprehensively covered, which was very, very true...anyway, enough of that.

Albert quit too...he's been around for a while as a cleaner, and was more or less the head honcho when it came to the job...Troy's been on his case for a while apparently, but it kind of blew out of proportions last Thursday...more or less, on Friday morning, Albert went to Shane and said it was him or Troy, Shane chose Troy, his younger brother, and Albert left...and they wonder why this place is going to the dogs...all the skilled labour is leaving for greener pastures with the way the boss is treating us...

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Oh, can you believe this? They are getting me to teach a class - Aircraft Recognition Induction...I get to teach the little kiddies how to identify and describe an aeroplane...don't laugh, it's a serious thing, like, for those who know (please suppress the groan) what WETFUS is, yea, I get to hammer that into their minds so they remember it for the rest of their lives...(WETFUS stands for Wings, Engines, Tailplane, Fuselage, Undercarriage and Special features - everyone who's done this knows that...)*groan*

Anyway, better hit the hay, getting late and there's morning class for FPS and CLS, which is another FPS lecture while Pete "The Paddlepop Lion" O is away in the UK...




Thanks for reading another installment from Starpicket...

Punch line to the joke: So I took her to a gas station!!!!!!!