Numerous People: "So will you work when you get to Australia?"
Luke: "Yeah, eventually as and when the money runs low, but I'll stick to my profession, and get something at least loosely related to computing..."
Present Day:
Agency Man during interview: "So have you ever worked in a Chicken factory before?"
After a few weeks of Australian life, I'd noticed a significant drain on my savings. I'd also noticed a lovely pair of Von Zipper sunglasses that I had to have for the remainder of my travels. Only problem was they cost $180 and that was really just a bit too much to justify spending. So I figured I do it the old fashioned way and earn them.
So after the easiest interview I'll ever sit in my life... (I was wearing Jeans and trainers too) I started work the following day at Steggles Chicken Factory, Perth. Once I'd arrived, and donned my groovy overalls, chiller jacket and designer hairnet I was ready to rock. My job - to sling 20kg crates on to wooden pallettes all day long - at least until the cows come home, or in this case; the chickens. 1hour in, I was sweating like a fat man at a fat-fighters club weigh-in.
And so it went, I worked Thursday, Friday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday before knocking off with a slightly healthier looking bank balance. During my time on the line, I was fortunate enough to have some insightful conversations with the regular workers about such topics as the differing flavours of international McDonalds and crop circles.
Not for the first time on my trip, I found myself saying to myself "Thank goodness for my iPod" as I managed to rig the headphones up under my clothes and up under the hairnet. My sanity was saved and I could hum, sing and dance my way through the otherwise nullifying shifts.
On my final day, I dropped by the Surf Shop in the city centre and picked up my hard-earned shades.
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