Copy and Paste

So OK, I'll have another go at doing this post. Well, a similar one, anyway. Which is to say
that I'll just dribble some shit and pretend that it's the same as the shit I dribbled the other day. Where do I start?
I know, I'll tell you why my new boss is better than my old boss.
At my last job they would occasionally get my wages wrong. I would leave a note on the next fortnights time card saying “ I was paid for xxx hours, according to my diary, I did xxx+2 hours.” My boss got me a diary for christmas. At my new job, the boss gave me a carton of beer and a card with the following inscription: Thanks for your dedication and support in '04, here's to a wetter and better '05.” Oh, and there was a cheque for $2,000 in the card, too. His parents also bought me a christmas gift.
At my last job, the boss would occasionally shout a couple of beers. Literally a couple. If there were seven of us, he would bring out fourteen beers. That were given to him by a chemical company or some such. At my new job, the boss will bring out an esky full of stubbies, for no apparent reason, he pays for them, too.
Two weeks after I started my last job, I ended up in hospital for three days when an implement dropped on my foot because of a faulty jack. The day I got out of hospital I was hopping down the street on my crutches when the boss drove past; he waved and kept going. When I bought my ute, the boss asked me how I was going to pick it up. The plan at that stage was to ride the bike to Brisbane, find somebody with a loading bay, put the bike on the back and drive home. “Don't be silly,” said the boss, “I've got to send some stuff into the accountant, the missus can take it in person.”
So I got a lift to the door, an eight hour drive away, and Mrs. Boss got to go shopping.
In two and a half years at my last job, I was invited to the boss's house a grand total of... never. In four or five months here, I have been to the boss's house for two separate kid's birthdays, an anniversary of something or other, and a couple of times at random.
Actually, I've been thinking about how well I get treated by people in general. Remember the pub by torchlight? It occurred to me a couple of weeks ago that I'd never paid for the food or drinks. I asked the publican-ess about it and she asked me what else I wanted for christmas.
Speaking of christmas, I found out at noon on christmas eve that after doing a few weeks of sixteen and seventeen hour days that I could have the next four days off. I headed for CQ and lobbed on old friends. I've known them for ten years, but hadn't spoken with them for about six months (I'm not good at that whole “keeping in touch” thing.). Despite this, my bed was already made up, there was a bottle of Canadian Club on the sideboard and a gift with my name on it under the tree “Just in case you turned up.” The best part happened when the fifteen year old daughter gave me a big hug and kissed me on the cheek, all the while saying something I couldn't understand but which ended in the three scariest words known to man - “I love you.”
That's all you're getting for now, I've got an early night and I'm going to see if I can get eight hours in.