There was a time in the Outback that it was suspicioned that I had actually made a mistake, I can not remember any such mistake that would bring the outburst of criticism that came from the boss, and in front of the rest of the blokes as well. Had it been these days I woulda' had him up for bloke discrimination, 'cause I was a bloke and not much less smart than the other blokes, wot he didn't discriminate against, ifn' ya' know what I mean.
'Tanyrate, he started: "Ya' have no idea on what ya' doing, ifn' ya knew what ya' was doin' ya' wouldn't be doin' it like you is doin' it...Ifn' Ida' wanted a bloody bloke that didn't know what he was doing I woulda' got a sheila to do what is supposed to be done.
"A sheila aint' a bloke, I sed.
"Anyone wot makes bloody mistakes like you, wouldn't bloody know what a sheila is anyhow."
"So wot mistake did I make, then, you reckon ya' bloody know everthin', wot bloody mistake did I make, then?"
"Wot bloody mistake did ya' make, bloody 'ell, you make a bloody mistake an' ya' don't even know wot the mistake was."
"Tell me go on, wot bloody mistake did I make then...Com'on, don't jist stand there with that dumb look on ya' face, wot mistake did I make, then." I was bigger and tougher than him, an' he knew he was dumb, and looked it.
"I give up, bloody 'ell, I jist give up. No one can edicate a bloke like you wot makes bloody mistakes all the time."
"Okay, boss, i'll try a bit 'arder next time."
"Bloody good, now get back to wot ya' was doin'." So we all sat down and had another cup of tea and a bite of damper.
It can be hard in the Outback sometimes.
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