Right, it's been a while since the last blog, eh?
Just been busy...real busy...with work...not going too badly, has it's moments, surely, but all in all, interesting and rather fun...got a good crew that I work with regularly, the pay's alright, I've got their backs, and they've got mine, so we're all good...just marathon shifts over the past few weeks because I'm leaving in a few hours back to Bathurst and Sydney for the next month...so, got all cashed up for what needs to be done down there...mainly move the last of the stuff from the unit up to here...
So, I've logged jobs at Redcliffe, Marybrough, Alexandra Hills and Eagle Farm (both in Brisbane), Sands Tavern, Lake Kawana Community Centre and Corbuld Park (those three on the Coast)...as with St John and everything else in the past, there's alot of travel time that goes into it...luckly enough, getting paid to be a passenger to jobs now too...so, a little extra on top...and weekend shifts are always good....but public holidays (which I've worked on one so far) are the best of all...getting tired, but luckly enough, weekends are a bit longer than usual...
"We all do as we must to make our way in this world and unfortunately, sometimes we have to do things others may qualify as 'evil'; either get used to the idea or you're not going to last long....."
I'm too nice a guy I believe...actually, I know...I pretend to be all hard on the outside, but inside, as G once said, it's in turmoil...and soft and squishy...I should be over her...but I'm not...was talking to Katie about it actually...and about what happened over the weekend...there was a guy we ejected from Redcliffe, for intox and disorderly behaviour...he was really gunning for it (no pun intended, as it'll be made clear shortly)...he threthened Oli and myself with deadly force, by going to his car and getting his gun and coming back and shooting all of us...now, wether he was drugged and/or drunk to the eyeballs is a given, but still, when a threat like that is made, it has to be acted upon...since I was the guard on the door, it's my responsibility to ensure that the patrons coming in are of legal age, and are not intoxicated, and those that are and have been removed do not come back in...so, yours truly was standing outside looking at this guy, making sure that he did not really go to his car to grab a gun and come back...and all I could think about was Grace...I know it's a bit of a pipe dream about getting back with her...since she did make it very clear that she didn't want anything to do with me ever again...but the only thing I could think about was exchanging that moment to just see her again one last time...and when the guy did make a move for his car, allow me to ensure you that it was nearly a running tackle to him if he so much as went to his boot first instead of a door...TL:DR, he drove off, but we were keeping a close eye for the rest of the night towards the main gate in case a car comes flying in and straffs the doors...
In other news, I met someone at the club too that used to live in Bathurst...and was actually Bill's old boss before he moved back...didn't know it, but he looked really familiar, then we just started talking, next thing he went, oh yea, I was in Bathurst...!...then it's uh....Bill's mate, right....and yup...there you go...small world that it is...
I've got a new business card too; as Steve said, it's a bit wanky to have a business card with no business on it, but I've designed it in such a way that it's different from normal ones...I mean, there are ones already out with it, but it's just a bit of a novelty...it's got QR barcodes on them...now, for those who do now know what QR Codes are, just do a search for them...I've encoded the ones on my card to go to certain places that are importaint to me, such as this blog...there's no lettering, just pixles...and you require a reader to decypher them, using your camera phone (I've downloaded a program to do just that...Kaywa Reader is what it's called) but anyway, if they can read that, and actually know what it is without me explaining to them, then they are more than welcome to contact me that way...
I'm not sure what else to write...so I guess I'll be packing now...one month...two bags...and hopefully a new laptop at the end of it...
Be safe.
N
Who Is The Black Chinaman?
- Nick
- Kuala Belait, Brunei
- Saving someone's life is like falling in love. The best drug in the world. For days, sometimes weeks afterwards, you walk the streets, making infinite whatever you see. Once, for a few weeks, I couldn't feel the earth - everything I touched became lighter. Horns played in my shoes. Flowers fell from my pockets. You wonder if you've become immortal, as if you've saved your own life as well. God has passed through you. Why deny it, that for a moment there - why deny that for a moment there, God was you? I realised that my training was useful in less than ten percent of the calls, and saving lives was rarer than that. After a while, I grew to understand that my role was less about saving lives than about bearing witness. I was a grief mop. It was enough that I simply turned up. Living and working back in Brunei, after a 14 year absence... Also known as: Brunei, NASA, Bruise-Eye, Bru, Cheesecake, Nick, BruNick, BruMedNick, Two Step etc etc etc
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