Friday, April 2, 2010

92. The best job in the world


Jason chuckled as he thought of his mother’s ‘eyes in the back of her head’ expression. His spirits burbled along as he used those eyes to imagine the scene around him, all the while coiling the hoses used to flush out the bilges of the nine First Fleet class ferries and the two Lady class ferries. The day was as fine an autumn day as Sydney could turn on, with a light nor-easter heading in across the cove.

This was Jason’s fifth year working maintenance shift on the timber wharves jutting out from the Quay into Sydney Cove. Last month, after much harassment from his mother, he submitted an application for deckhand. Yesterday, word came down that he had an interview for Friday week. Only his second ever job interview, and already he could hardly breathe.

Deckhand on the green and gold First Fleeters. He grinned from ear to ear.

4 comments:

diane said...

Hope he gets the job, it would have to be better tan flushing out bilges.

Janet said...

The day was as fine an autumn day as Sydney could turn on, with a light nor-easter heading in across the cove.

Love this line, Julie :)

Joan Elizabeth said...

You seem to be so well versed on so many many subjects. It makes for wonderful reading.

Julie said...

Well, not really, I don't think. I reckon lots of people could dredge this sort of knowledge up in their own areas of interest. Note, too, that this is 3 months worth and I am thinking thinking thinking all the time. And reading. And researching. It'w what I do ...