Work is work. I'll do any kind of job; cooking, cleaning, even women's work, I'll do it all.

Supposedly the pay is around 24 dollarydoos so I won't even dare whinge, since I've done worse jobs while receiving less pay.

I got the job. Tomorrow I begin my induction at 14:30 and my shift will end whenever we're finished cleaning up the coagulated blood and guts. It's gonna be interesting as I'll be working with a lot of women from the islands and joining my first union.

t.working nigger

cleaning for 24 dollars doesn't sound bad

I'll report back tomorrow with an update to see if its worth it. My main concern is the smell. Body parts aren't an issue, its just the smell of death.

At lest you can work.

do you get paid for 8 hours regardless

I'll be paid whatever hours I'm worked, otherwise the union would crack some skulls. The union also costs me 6.50 of a weeks wages, and oddly enough I asked if I would earn the same amount without the union and was told no. I have some doubts but whatever.

The lady who vleared my drug and alcohol test told me if there's one person missing from work, I get and everyone else earns another twenty dollars on their day's wages. Sounds sick to me, so this might work out or completely numb me out seeing blood and guts all day.

Why do you need a drug and alcohol test to get a job?

NZ regulations. I've failed in the past before when I was a hardcore marijuana junkie but thankfully I've come to my senses and have shed the addiction.

Finished my shift and let me tell you hiuwat. It's a very simple job with zero brain power required to operate. This is perfect as I loathe jobs that I require thought. You see, I'm rather clutsy fellow capable of fucking up rven the most simplest tasks due to how convoluted my internal world is.

My shift was simpler than I thought and I thought the smell wasn't so dear on the nose as everyone had insinuated it would be. The ambience of some of the rooms are to die for. There's one with a simple clank, but its on a timed interval that tickles my brain. Another has a machine whirring giving it the sound of system shock 2's ambience in the earlier citadel levels. Good shit. I wish I could record it. One hallway looks like a Half Life corridor. Qukte comfortable. My coworkers are fat pacific islanders and one really caught my eye because she looks a bit like my mum. She's a good woman who told me where to go and what to clean but she kept on smiling too much at me. I'm afraid my exterior does not reflect my interior's vulgarity, so I hope she doesn't want to fug, but she was definitely a looker in her prime. It also makes me wish to find a Pacific islamder woman or a Maori and have children to upgrade my genetic line and raise any offspring with a culture of kill and strong family values.

Overall its a decent job but boring in some regards. I stood in one spot for a solid half an hour hosing down fat. The worst portion of gibs I encountered was a half destroyed liver some kidneys and some intestines. Decent stuff and it really makes me wonder if its better to work as a slaughterer than a cleaner to get that delicious satisfaction of disemboweling a cow or bull.

A shame I won't be there for more than a month if I get a better jerb in a vineyard.

The government has forgot to grant me an automatic working visa extension of six months. Thankfully my employer contacted me earlier this morning to notify me of this injustice and do something.

At worst I apply under a $500 dollarydoo seasonal visa or flee to Australia and work more farm jobs in hopes of the pandemic faltering in third world countries so that I may vacation with my spoils.

The very worst outcome is returning to Canada and being unemployed and without a license but at least the summer season is fast approaching, meaning I can reap the benefits of another cherry season and start smoking cheap cbd again.

Problems all around and my phone I bought from Aliexpress a month ago hadn't appeared yet.