T's FIFO Blog #2
Summer has past us by,
The afternoon sun drops away earlier,
The mornings are no longer stagnate from the previous days heat.
They now have a crispness to them.
This can be emphasised with each gentle wind pocket that cooly sweeps past your ears and neck.
To try and outsmart these wind pockets I envelope myself in the bright yellow winter michelin man parker that can be zipped upto my nose and turn the collar up to protect my neck.
This yellow water proof industrial strength tea cosy, over the top of my startchy long sleeved high vis work shirt that goes does to my knees, and is tucked into the king gee pants that go up to my waist that fall over the top of my steel cap boots that still rub on my delicate princess calves ensures movement is limited and performed without haste or subtleness.
Catching Fudge, our families food frenzied beagle who due to his keen ability to consume anything from soap left on the bathroom floor to a bowl full of spaghetti left on the kitchen table whilst you went to the toilet to pee as a child, passed away due to abnormalities with his anal passage!??!?! Anyway the point is, he didn't do much and when he did it wasn't exactly replicating the motions of Speedy Gonzales or the Road Runner.
Trying to catch Fudge around the living room table in the outfit I now wear each morning would be considered an "at risk" activity and due to the high probability of a poor outcome, the task would be classified as a non productive event and simply chucked away. Not considered. Left on the cutting room floor.
The sereneness of each morning is cracked open as 70+ fluro yellow shufflers poor out of utes and buses and head towards a row of tin sheds for the mornings Pre Start Meeting.
We all follow suit.
Like a flock of sheep or cattle that have been dressed up for Mardi Gras in the Swiss Alps.
We blow into the breathalyser,
We shuffle some more to sign off and record our breathalyser readings.
We shuffle our way back around others to find our own spot of cement or gravel.
We then shuffle on the spot as the wind pockets creep back in to find your exposed ears.
We listen to the daily safety messages, crew lists, and hand clap as somebody randomly slays somebody else for adding comment to these messages.
This can also be followed by a soft, long and drawn out...."oooooooohhhwaaarrr" like you did in school when the teacher asked you to stay behind.
Throughout all this shuffling and slaying, the sun has slowly elevated itself into a position that sits just above the row of tin sheds. Not quite bright, but enough light to give the morning the recognition it deserves. It's no longer the crack of dawn... this IS the start of a new working day.
And with this rise of light...
Comes the portable Makita stereo that is kick started to completely destroy any serenity the sun may be carrying across the site.
The likes of Ben Harper to Olivia Neuton-John come from the speakers as Mitchy takes us through the mornings Pre Start Stretches.
And these are no ordinary stretches...
I have never seen stretches like this before!
There are sparkle fingers,
There are karate kid kicks,
Some 80's style rap arms,
We then move onto some squats that don't quite make it back up to a standing position. You hold the squat position and pulsate your arse just off ground level... then slap it with each beat of "lets get physical"
We roll our bodies up like a move from flash dance and proceed into some pelvic thrusts, whilst lowering our hands from shoulder height down to our groins with each thrust to re-enact something you would have seen in Wog Boys.
I look around and every one of the 70+ fluro yellow man mountains are following suit!
70+ fluro yellow tea cosy's ranging in stature from large and extra large to, too school for school gen xer's to men who have been pouring concrete for waaaaayyyy to long standing around a gravel and concrete pit repeatedly thrusting their immobile pelvis's is something I am sure not everybody will get to experience, but should!
Can't wait till Mitchy brings out the human worm as part of the pre start stretches! (and if you don't know what this is - google it!)
The afternoon sun drops away earlier,
The mornings are no longer stagnate from the previous days heat.
They now have a crispness to them.
This can be emphasised with each gentle wind pocket that cooly sweeps past your ears and neck.
To try and outsmart these wind pockets I envelope myself in the bright yellow winter michelin man parker that can be zipped upto my nose and turn the collar up to protect my neck.
This yellow water proof industrial strength tea cosy, over the top of my startchy long sleeved high vis work shirt that goes does to my knees, and is tucked into the king gee pants that go up to my waist that fall over the top of my steel cap boots that still rub on my delicate princess calves ensures movement is limited and performed without haste or subtleness.
Catching Fudge, our families food frenzied beagle who due to his keen ability to consume anything from soap left on the bathroom floor to a bowl full of spaghetti left on the kitchen table whilst you went to the toilet to pee as a child, passed away due to abnormalities with his anal passage!??!?! Anyway the point is, he didn't do much and when he did it wasn't exactly replicating the motions of Speedy Gonzales or the Road Runner.
Trying to catch Fudge around the living room table in the outfit I now wear each morning would be considered an "at risk" activity and due to the high probability of a poor outcome, the task would be classified as a non productive event and simply chucked away. Not considered. Left on the cutting room floor.
The sereneness of each morning is cracked open as 70+ fluro yellow shufflers poor out of utes and buses and head towards a row of tin sheds for the mornings Pre Start Meeting.
We all follow suit.
Like a flock of sheep or cattle that have been dressed up for Mardi Gras in the Swiss Alps.
We blow into the breathalyser,
We shuffle some more to sign off and record our breathalyser readings.
We shuffle our way back around others to find our own spot of cement or gravel.
We then shuffle on the spot as the wind pockets creep back in to find your exposed ears.
We listen to the daily safety messages, crew lists, and hand clap as somebody randomly slays somebody else for adding comment to these messages.
This can also be followed by a soft, long and drawn out...."oooooooohhhwaaarrr" like you did in school when the teacher asked you to stay behind.
Throughout all this shuffling and slaying, the sun has slowly elevated itself into a position that sits just above the row of tin sheds. Not quite bright, but enough light to give the morning the recognition it deserves. It's no longer the crack of dawn... this IS the start of a new working day.
And with this rise of light...
Comes the portable Makita stereo that is kick started to completely destroy any serenity the sun may be carrying across the site.
The likes of Ben Harper to Olivia Neuton-John come from the speakers as Mitchy takes us through the mornings Pre Start Stretches.
And these are no ordinary stretches...
I have never seen stretches like this before!
There are sparkle fingers,
There are karate kid kicks,
Some 80's style rap arms,
We then move onto some squats that don't quite make it back up to a standing position. You hold the squat position and pulsate your arse just off ground level... then slap it with each beat of "lets get physical"
We roll our bodies up like a move from flash dance and proceed into some pelvic thrusts, whilst lowering our hands from shoulder height down to our groins with each thrust to re-enact something you would have seen in Wog Boys.
I look around and every one of the 70+ fluro yellow man mountains are following suit!
70+ fluro yellow tea cosy's ranging in stature from large and extra large to, too school for school gen xer's to men who have been pouring concrete for waaaaayyyy to long standing around a gravel and concrete pit repeatedly thrusting their immobile pelvis's is something I am sure not everybody will get to experience, but should!
Can't wait till Mitchy brings out the human worm as part of the pre start stretches! (and if you don't know what this is - google it!)
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