Adam’s rightfully picky about where he works – hanging around at a shitty advertising agency probably doesn’t do any favours for your resume, so he’s searching for a really good job at a really good agency. He’s had a few bites here and there, including one extremely promising job – until he found out via the recruiter that they were specifically “looking for a female only”. I guess that’s the benefit of recruiting through recruitment agencies, so they can deal out that bullshit from a protected distance.
He’s been doing some freelance art direction here and there at a few agencies, but the work’s not really that regular. And let’s face it – when I’m working from home on a lesser wage and thus delegated with the task of cooking dinner each night, I am definitely the housewife and not the breadwinner. (Hell, I may as well buy an apron while I’m at it. Probably with plastic knockers on them).
As you can imagine, my wage isn’t really enough for both of us to live off alone. So, Adam’s come up with an idea: he’s going to start bouncing again while he’s looking for a fulltime job. This isn’t really such a bad idea – although he hasn’t done it for five years, I’m pretty sure he really enjoys it. Then again, he also really enjoys kicking people’s heads in utilising various martial arts on a daily basis, so that could just be a coincidence.
Like a good wifey, I’ll probably worry my arse off that he’s getting knifed every night, because it’s not like bouncing is really that much of a risk on a daily basis. In fact, after I mentioned that article to him this afternoon, he piped up – “Oh, actually, Crown‘s my #1 place I want to bounce at!” I’ve never actually seen Adam bounce, but I imagine he’s the biggest smartarse ever. Smartarsery plus drunken pissheads stumbling out of Crown nightclubs, I’m not sure that’s such a great idea.
Then again, he may end up pounding the hallways of a shopping centre, or an AFL match (now that I’d truly enjoy – he fucking hates the game). I’m personally hoping he’s assigned to a fairly normal city pub, so I can come along and have a beer or two when he starts his shift.
Is it wrong that I’m plotting already, planning on how I can initiate bar fights with other patrons, so Adam can swoop in like a hero and save me in his arms? Answer: yes, because Adam’s already bellowing with laughter over my shoulder that he’d just turn away and leave me to “learn a life lesson”