Hello folks,Well its been a long while since I sat down to write anthing in regards to this diary. General lack of interest & inspiration can probably sum that up though.
This past week has mainly been a blur. Its been mostly taken up with job hunting, mixed with a few of life's simple pleasures.
On the job front I am yet to hear from the lovely people at the W.B. Dangerous and disturbing this puzzle is because I really want that job. However, like Ray Martin I will not just disappear from view for long. I will reappear with a vengence protecting the genuine Aussie battler while berating his harsh tyranical employer. That job will be mine...my precious!
It seems that Golden Circle require fruit sniffers, can handlers, and general riff raff to work at their Northgate Cannery. They are offering a rediculous wage for seemingly easy work. I am sure in time - probably when 5 of the staff quit - I will be in for a sweet Managerial position there. Their is only one catch to this excellent fruit opportunity. The working hours are 5pm-2:30am. Now I hear you saying, 'boy that is really fucked up'! Don't worry I was on that boat when I first heard about the job. None the less Jake, Gab-jo, and I will be appearing for fruit sniffing duties during this month. So we shall keep you updated.
We've been informed our inition is through video hookup to American where we are welcomed to the fruit sniffing team by 'King Sniffer' Robert Downy Jnr. As a foremost authority in sniffing everything from paint chips to fruit Robert imparts his knowledge to the fuit sniffers of tmorrow. Our onsite tour is taken by Jason Donovan, another person with highly sensitive sensory skills. Jason was hired by Golden Circle after his great success tracking down a kidnapped schoolboy using only the small bastards running shoes, and a wet sock.
Hopefully our job there will net us enogh cash to break off the shackles of home life to move into a sweet sweet house in Dorall Court Kippa Ring. Sure, its a lil expensive on the rent side but we are willing to work out something. Perhaps even another room mate would be a good idea. And I have just the person in mind. Today while we were chomping down on our mega meals at KFC I was struck dumb. Now at the time I thought it was an apifany, however no I can't be so sure...it might have just been the mashies going through my system.
Anyways, there is a lovely young lass who works at KFC who looks exactly like Delta Goodrum (you might know her as Nina from Neighbours). It stuck me that this girl has the persoality, and other culinary skills that we require in a room mate. All she has left to do is pass one more test. Its an ancient Tibetan test handed down through the ages. She has to be able to iron clothes. Unfortunately myself and Jake cannot master the art of ironing, and desperately need someone to do this task if we move out. I mean we can't go to the Golden Circle factory with unironed white lab coats.
However, to get back on track! If you are willing to move out with three stooges who have a penchant for loose talk and foolish behaviour let us know. Our guest book is always open.
Your Hopeful Room Mate,
John Cutter
