So, after that phone call on Tuesday last week to confirm my shifts for the weekend, I had to go back to the office on Friday to perform an induction and pick up my new uniform for work...That went well, just filled in alot of paperwork, signed my life away, and picked up shirts and a new tie...plus another shift for Saturday morning...
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So anyhow, also got my shifts changed so I went to Narangba Tavern on Friday night, and Redcliffe on Saturday night...now, Narangba is a nice place, good sized crowd, and minimal problems...except for three fights, a girl who claimed to be from Liquor Licensing (who the police talked to...), an ambulance that rushed from Royal Brisbane Hospital (40 mins away in 20 mins) for one guy from the last fight that took a swan dive off the top of the pavement into the ground head first...and I was standing right in front of him and I missed him...that seriously sucked, because he was out cold...and by the time the ambos arrived, he's regained consciousness, didn't know where the hell he was, and refused treatment and transport, so they left pissed off (as were we and the manager)...
Heard later that there was a heap of shit hitting the fan around the place too, Cabooulture RSL had a fire alarm and evacuated, and there was an all in out the front, as did Redcliffe in the taxi line...they had 15 kids with their shirts off freezing in the cold because they had ripped them off during the brawl, and they were ripped, and the guards just looked at them and were like, idiots...so, action packed Friday night...
Saturday was the Prime Minister's visit to Nambour RSL to dedicate the new Wall of Rememberance, and also celebrate and acknowledge Nambour RSL's 90 years in operation...it was an interesting time, and I also got run over by a protester in a motorised wheelchair...well, not run over run over, but the bastard kept snapping at my knees and hip with that damned wheelchair...until I said to him, "Sir, stop what you are doing now, and move back two feet. What I am asking you is not unreasonable." He stopped, and moved back the two feet, but still kept snapping into me...."quite political" was how the security chief described him after they called the nursing home that he was from...
Saturday night was a good one...I was one of two roamers, and I hope to keep at that; we had multiple removals for disorderly behaviour, including one where the guy was passed out in his chair, so they woke him up, and were escorting him to the doorway, and he was screaming and making a scene that he'll get his lawyers onto us for ruining his night...uh huh...so anyway, M1 was smarting outside, and we were continuing to remove people one by one...it was near constant...and in that time too, had to maintain ono some people that slammed into one of the guards, but couldn't get to him because there were other priority removals...including this small Scottish fellow...M2 we shall call him...he was carried out the front door, while Oli and myself were talking to M1, who had started complaining that it was cold, but was sitting there to prove a point that he wasn't taking our crap...idiot...anyhow, M2 was like, "Little girls, all of you...don't know shit....blah blah blah...." And when he was eyeing off everyone there, he was like, "you all better listen....you....you....you.............." And finally to me where he went, "you, especially you, you fucking gook..." I stepped up, but Todd went, "hey, disregard, we both know you've been called worst..." And it's true, I've been called worst...but when he made a move to try to attack me, we kinda escorted him to the main gate, all the while M1 started getting combative too, so they took him out too...now, M2, adrenaline courousing through him, was a little dynamo...
He tripped, I swear...the videos will show that M2 and M1 both tripped over...it just so happened that my knee slammed into the back of one of M2's knees accidentally, and since he was getting awfully close to kicking me due to him not liking Asians, I just snapped a quick jab into the side of his leg near the knee, between the hamstring and quadracepts...I missed the first time, so I had to crack the other leg......and I missed again....woopse...he wasn't moving much either though, Col (all 150kgs of him) had relaxed when the M2 tripped over, and was now flopped over him...M1 had too much to drink at this stage too, and face planted into the ground...in the end, both had broken noses, I think, but then again, the carpark needs to be resurfaced, it's dark at places, and there's potholes everywhere...
It was a long evening...
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