Work stories

We stopped at a café, dusty and tired. The glum waitress glared. Nearly knock-off time. She stood, unsmiling, notepad in hand, tapping her pencil. I determined to make her smile. ...

My work is hell. Sort of.

It's mostly a construction site at the moment and I'm hardly a tradie. I'm a shelf stacker....

After arriving in Hamilton from Glenthompson on foot (30 miles), I worked at Mensal Bluestone Quarry for several weeks. ...

When I was working as a young receptionist for an international oil company, I answered the switchboard to a man calling for my flatmate (who worked for the same company)....

I decided to come to Australia from the camp in Latina when I asked 2 questions to an Australian representative whom I believe was Billy Sweden - I liked the answer to the questions....

I like to think that I can cut a rug on the dance floor. I usually get this thought after having myself a drink or two, and it’s a pretty safe bet that I’m not the only one....