Feb 14, 2007
. If only Brad and George could see us now...
Realising we wouldn't get many hours at the casino we landed a second job at the fannie bay racecourse. It is totally weird having to wear socks, shoes, a shirt and trousers after spending 5 months in sandals and shorts. We worked ladies day at the races which was manic, full of pissed up old birds, oiled fireman for auction and lots of left over wine and champers that would simply get thrown away if staff didn't drink it. God, life is hard sometimes. Armed with numerous left behind goodie bags of sample sized shampoos and face creams and as many bottles of booze we could carry, we wearily made our way home after a 14 hour day. We were possibly the only backpackers to have bucks fizz for breakfast the next day and made lots of new friends on camp happy to share our leftovers.
We figured Darwin would be a target rich environment for finding casual work, which it was, and we landed ourselves a job at the skycity casino. There must be something in the Cleaver blood, but luckily for all concerned no maths was required. The good thing about our new source of employment is that we get a t-shirt (you don't know how much wearing something other than the 4 sets of clothes we both bought out here means). They wash it too, we get free food, great cake, we work outdoors and its only a few days a week. The bad things include its damned hard work, lifting heavy crates, anal retentive cutlery setting with millimetre precision, starting at 6am in the dark and its 32 degrees by 10am. Moreover, we are bossed about by 17 year olds who can barely spell the word 'banquet' nevermind organise 45 people of all nationalities to set up a gala dinner for 1600 people. However, it's money in the bank, a good way to meet people and we can also start planning our heist. We've checked out staff entrances, where the vault is kept and how to break through the laserbeam security