Done Good are brash and outspoken, borderline reactionaries who want taxes down and illegal immigrants stopped at strong national borders. If you want something done right, do it yourself—which they would all the time if only people would stop getting in their way. They own businesses, run departments and man offshore oil rigs. They like the work they do, but no one ever seems to quite realise just how hard and how many hours they work.
Walk with Me
I did three years of law at UQ, but wanted to get out into the world and get my hands dirty. Got a job as a corrections officer with the State Government, posted up here in Rocky. Moved up, and now I’m running the show. Might go and finish the old degree one day, who knows!
The worst thing about being a manager is dealing with whingers. There’s always one who thinks the others aren’t pulling their weight or that they deserve to go up a grade without putting in the hard yards first. If it was as easy as some of them think we’d all be managers.
Still, the moment we knockoff we’re all equal as far as I’m concerned. We’re straight off down to the pub for beers. And I shout the first round. Some of the boys think the only way to prove your Aussie manhood is with a XXXX. Yeah, whatever floats your boat. I’ll have a Peroni thanks. Sure, I’ll knock down a wall and fix my car, but then I’ll see Vivaldi in the park, eat my sushi and have a great time while you’re sitting at home all slack-jawed in front of Mrs Brown’s Boys or some other mind-rot.
I do like the track, though. Helps me blow off steam. Same with Call of Duty on the Xbox.
I guarantee I read way more news than you do. Every day, cover to cover. So if you’re looking for an argument, bring it on—and prepare to get your arse handed to you.