I once went to the mining town of kalgoorlie and started knocking on doors of mining companies looking for work
At one exploration company, the senior geo told me that I could start, but the final decision would be made by the boss who wasn't due back until late the next day. Come tomorrow, I was following one of the fieldies back from some drill rigs. It was also the first time I'd driven a 4wd and I was quite enjoying it, when the fieldie in the land cruiser in front of me clipped an emu. To this day I think he was taking the piss, but he pulled over and said the right thing to do is put it out of it's misery. The poor emu was staggering on the road like a drunk, no doubt with some terminal internal damage. The fieldie got a shovel from the back of his tray, and told me to hold it still. The half-dead fucker still tried to peck me as I grabbed its feathers, but the fieldie broke its neck with one swing then brained it, before we dragged it off the road.
I got back to the base and the senior geo said the boss was in and we could do the interview now. I had my nice backpacker chic shirt on, and was probably better dressed than everyone there, apart from the small detail that I was sprayed neck to ankle with emu blood. I looked like an escaped axe murderer. The boss didn't mention the blood at all, but said he'd just got back from working in Africa. I asked how it was and he suddenly got all angry saying he "..fuckin' hated the place, mate. 3 hours of fucking electricity a day if you're lucky". Now in a bad mood he told me they weren't looking for anyone. After this I couldn't be fucked going home to wash, so I went straight to the pub where people left me alone with my beer.
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Tue 26 Nov 2013, 22:49, 1 reply)

Yeah.
That sounds like Kal to me.
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