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Needless to say, they weren’t driving a Prius:
A couple of newlyweds had their car seized on the way home from church following a street racing incident in western Sydney, police say.
Sir David King will be appalled.
I don’t think we’d be chuckling with quite the same wry good humour at a headline like “Newlyweds Die In Drag Race On Way Home From Church”, or “Newlyweds Kill Pedestrian In Drag Race,” or “Drag Race Crash Leaves Newlywed Wife In Coma”.
Posted by SwinishCapitalist on 2007 12 30 at 03:04 AM • permalinkHang’em out to dry for the 60k bizzo.
That being said, I wish we had a more enlightened approach to highway speed limits.
(Best played LOUD.)Swinish,
You are very right. White trash is white trash, no matter if they live in the USA, Australia, or the UK. They jusy have different names—bogans, chavs, etc. Their IQ is still about equal to their shoe size.
Posted by David Crawford on 2007 12 30 at 03:30 AM • permalinkActually, I saw this on the news.
The newlyweds were a couple of young islanders, by the looks of them, and they’d left the reception to go get changed and come back for more partying.Apparently it was the driver who decided to take them racing.
I was most entertained on what is an otherwise slow news day.
Posted by Nilknarf Arbed on 2007 12 30 at 04:28 AM • permalinkKae, years ago, when still with Telecom, a bunch of us were working in Gippsland.
We got a couple of Company Cars and went all over the place and had a ball. Sure, we were supposed to be working, but it was a valuable bonding experience that saw us touring Loy Yang, lunching in Bairnsdale, getting drunk in Sale and daytripping to Buchan Caves and all through the mountains.
And we got to claim everything we spent.
Those were the days.
I miss the Company Car.
And the three hour liquid lunches.
And the training courses that run for 5 days although they only try to teach you for the first 4.
Posted by Nilknarf Arbed on 2007 12 30 at 06:11 AM • permalinkThey were on their honeymoon - of course they wanted to burn rubber. :-)
Posted by surfmaster on 2007 12 30 at 06:51 AM • permalink#12
I knew of a technician once, he rubbished my boss, called him all sorts of rude stuff to one of the junior staff where I worked.Problem was that the technician got busted drinking at the pub for half the day. More than once. The boss did something about him, and therefore the boss was the worst in the world.
I set the junior staff member straight. And defended the boss, who was a good person, a good boss, a fair man, and would stick up for his staff. I think the junior staff member got the message that the technician deserved whatever he got.
Entropy, agreed, although in Telstra’s case, cutting huge swathes through your staff by making them redundant and replacing them with agency staff on less money isn’t necessarily good for a business either.
I also knew a few people who got huge redundancy payouts and then got their old jobs back at a higher wage through various loopholes.
I worked for them for 13 years, been out of there for 9 and I don’t miss working for that mob at all.
Posted by Nilknarf Arbed on 2007 12 30 at 10:29 AM • permalink#20
I know of many who got redundancy and were re-employed through agencies as soon as they possibly could be. (not me, I had over 2 year’s break)I went back twice after I received a redundancy, no loopholes to go through, but there were many with particular skills (mine was DCRIS) who were re-employed as soon as the time limit for reemployment was passed - however, I understand if you were employed through an agency they could reemploy you as soon as possible.
The ones who left on voluntary redundancies were the workers. The corporate knowledge left with many of them. They were the staff members who knew that they could get jobs outside Telecom.
It was my experience when working with Telecom through an agency in Brisbane that the temps were the ones who were there between the hours of about 7:30 and 5:30pm. many permanent staff didn’t arrive until around 9 or 9:30 and then left at about 4pm. There were 19 temps and we were made to jump through hoops in the hope of being made permanent. In the December we were told that we weren’t being made permanent and would be finished on Christmas eve. We had all been made to do the psych test. Perhaps we failed? Bwah ha ha ha ha.
I packed up on that day, a Friday, and never went back. They asked me about six months later to come back and said they’d train me on the new computer system. I said no thanks, it wasn’t convenient.
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Forget the eco-human rights-medico ninnies nominated for Australian of the Year 2008. The bloke behind the wheel should go straight to the top of the list for behaving in a manner entirely consistent with dinky-di Aussie values and not the namby-pamby internationalist faux intellectualism of our so-called elites who wouldn’t be seen dead in a V8 let alone hurtle along at twice the speed limit.