Jobs: Take 3

This all happened a while ago, but I noticed a distinct lack in blog posts and as the house is clean and it's a monday (thus nothing to do and drinking is out of the question) I thought I'd catch "everyone" up. 

I'm not going to go into the details of our brief employment at Mr. Apple, sufficeive to say that Carl (the American owner) and Reuben (the Brittish foreman) were probably the 2 people in New Zealand with the worst buisness efficiency, managerial, motivational and orgazational skills. 

However, once again, BG swooped in to our rescue. After showing up at Mr. Apple one day, we went on a soaking wet (from the rain we worked in for most of the morning) journey around Hawke's Bay in search of better employment. This tour included a visit to Tony (which BG pronounced "tiny"), a retired orchard owner who lived in a massive Spanish Mission-style mansion, and the Puketapu Bar. Anyway, at the end of the weekend we had work with Crasborn, a group that handles apple contracting at lots or the orchards around town. 

We started there, much to our satusfaction. The foreman, a short, dreaklocked-and goateed guy from Northland, Rod, is absolutely hilarious, and even tells us how much the contract rate is! We're making wages all right, but the professional contractors, George, Atui, and Leroy are each making about $25 an hour - so we'll hopefully be making a little more money soon enough. Woohoo.