Perspective...

So I had been struggling along at the online pokers, tilting over getting deep and not closing and generally in a pretty foul mood (4 month breakeven/downswing can do that to you!). Then for some stupid reason I decide to actually to do a couple of days real work as a removalist... My mate Dixon has already made a hof blog post describing it (keep in mind he did 5 hrs with me on Thursday, and I backed up with another 12 hours on Friday).

CROSS-Posted from http://thelifeofapone.blogspot.com/:
I woke up at 7 and walked to Watson's as we had arranged to do some work for this lady that lives behind the Big GSV. Watson warned me not to go out because the work we would be doing was strenuous, obv didn't listen.

Alright so we get to this ladies house with the plan of moving all her shit to another house, for $80 an hour all up. I'm still covered in spew, my mind is fucked and I walk into one of the biggest secs pits I have ever seen; it was seriously like something off A Current Affair, this lady (the craziest hoarder of all time) must have kept every belonging she had ever owned. There were boxes of shit everywhere, old newspapers, baskets of shells, the place was fucked. Not to mention that it stunk of cat shit and cigarettes. This first observation made me absolutely tilt, I couldn't believe what we were in for. To make matters worse the lady was completely tapped, like a proper head case. Talking so much random shit, pizzling my life and I was just being a bit of a cunt.

She believed that we could have the whole house moved in one day and I had to give her a not juuuuance because of the abundance of shit she had. To put things into perspective; it took us one truck load to clean out half an average sized living room, which was only filled with boxes and a few shelves and cupboards. I'm still blind and the first thing me and Watson grab is this big cupboard. Watson is walking up the ramp for the truck and he slips and I watch as a big ass cupboard is about to squash him, bang moves out of the way and is safe. Tapped lady is still pizzling our souls so I start to have a bit of fun.

Lady: "Make sure there are four bricks under each wheel of the truck"
Me: "Yep I have three here"
Lady: "NO FOUR!"
Me: "Easy..."

We unload that truck at her new house and I inform Watson that I'm only doing one more load cos this shit is fucked. Mini Moan has tagged along with us and he has a car and all I can think about is how pure it would be to just jump in his car and bail. Maccas run and I'm crumbling, finally sobering up and realising to the full extent just how messed I really was. Watson is driving this truck and at one stage bunny hops the shit out of it, it was as if we were on a roller coaster. Second run and I'm dead, I just can't do this anymore. We decide that we will find all the biggest shit we can and stack them in the truck so it looks like there is heaps of shit in there, we do that then go back to the house. Tapped lady is killing my soul and I drop something.

Lady: "Watch out!"
Me: "Fuck, beats"
Lady: "...yeah"

I do the best thing ever and claim that I just got called into work and we all pull the pin. Made $125 for only a few hours work and I still don't believe it was worth it, just so happy I never have to see this lady again.

Anyway to avoid future forays into the labour market I actually won money at poker today.. BINK! 3rd in 55/25k for $4.3k and won the late 5 quad for $2.9k. Also like to mention Kiel "Irish Lights" Cram's efforts in winning the $26/18k superstack for 5.5k and a 6th in $26/28k gtd for another $1.4k; obv I run good in staking! (in b4 mbn etc) So again, I find myself (almost) out and am super keen to keep up the good work.

TOTAL: -$2,194.78