Dave shoves job up Boss's arse

How many times have you ever wanted to confront your boss face to face and shove your job up his arse and leave him to pick up the pieces?  

The farm was to us both one of the best places to work in our whole entire lives and memories will last with us for a lifetime, but on the other side of the flip coin it was also the worst place to work.  When we employed by the owner of we were made aware of all the people we would be working with including his son Jack. This all seemed good to us and after the first week on station we had our own opinion of their son for example when  he was out in sun for more than five minutes he needed a sleep for at least 2hrs on the couch while everyone else did his work. Though after few more weeks on the station the real side of jack started to come out while doing cattle work; we now understood why the last station caretakers said the other son Lachlan was the nicest kid and knew how to run a cattle station unlike Jack who thought it was in the animals wellbeing they be stuck in a cattle yard for at least 72hrs with only water and no feed was ok? And then wondered why they’d collapse from starvation when they walked out of the yard.

To the story though, because it was Grand final day for the NRL I decided to wake up early this day and do my eight hours of work before the footy started, which by way I wasn’t required to do because it was Sunday which is one of the two days of work we were meant to have off. The game started at 2pm WA time, so I had all my jobs done by 1pm. Then at 1pm Jack turned up announced and wanted to start a Grader which was obviously fucked. That was cool but I explained that I had no food all day or water and was going in at 2pm to watch the footy for 2hrs while having my lunch. He said he understood, hmmm sure he did. Firstly Jack thought he could pull start a huge Grader weighing over 5 tonne with a landcruiser Ute. Funny when the landcruiser didn’t even move a inch and got bogged in the road cause the wheels were spinning so much. But Jack continued with the semi-truck and me driving the grader when he figured plan 1 wasn’t working. Again Jack’s intelligence shone through when he continued to pull the grader when the steering wheel had locked and I told him to stop which inevitably put the grader straight into a fence. But we continued with the clock counting down to kick off, when we went past the house to go down driveway I told Jess to follow in the Ute with lunch, luckily she did. After continual stopping on driveway cause the grader wouldn’t start I gave some advice on what to do to fix the problem but Jack wouldn’t listen to anyone like he always did whilst on the farm. Then when got to 1:50 I told him I’d be going to watch the footy, but he just ignored me and kept going. Then at 2pm I told him I was going to watch footy and straight after footy I would come back and continue; this is when the fun started. He said “fuck you’re footy”, I said “no”. I explained that I had told him and his dad which they agreed to that we would not be working for these 2hrs of the GF. That’s when Jack can back with a metre steel pole charging at me yelling, “You’re going to Fucken work when I tell you to fucken work”. I said “excuse me” while standing my ground, he said “get in fucken truck and do what I say”. We then continued to exchange pleasantries, and then I made the remark what “you need a pole to fight me, because you can’t fight like a man?” At this stage Jess was standing between us toe to toe. Then I said “Fuck it, shove your station up your arse, we don’t work under threats” – that’s when we got in the Ute to go back and get our stuff. When we got back I had a made phone call to Todd about what happened and he couldn’t care less about us or Jack (says alot about how much he cares about his staff and station). When we got back to station we packed up all our gear from all over house in about ten minutes while I kept arguing with Jack, to top it off Jack came over to grab the ute I used for work which had my phone attached inside and Jack drove off with me hanging through the window trying to get my phone off the windscreen.  Eventually we drove off the property while fat boy was still trying to catch up and sulking in his couch. 

Road out

Good bye cattle station, thank you for the wonderful memories and hopefully in future you’ll see Jack on next series of Biggest loser if they can fit him in the camera shot. Thank you to Jess for her full support during this, I know she wasn’t happy with the way Jack treated her as well with not even a single thank you said to her once by Jack even though she cooked him tea, fed his horses, open gates all things she wasn’t required to do. But the minute I made the decision to walk off she fully supported my decision right to this day, but I do know she simply misses her animals and especially her dog Bella and I Zoe. I love you Jess.