CLANCY OVERELL | Editor | Contact
It’s nearly the weekend in early December. But it does not feel that way for Betoota Grove-based sales director, Bucky Howard (35).
It feels like the start of the year. It does not feel like Christmas is just around the corner, because it isn’t.
But everyone he interacts with on a professional level are acting like it is.
As someone who has one of those jobs that forces him to drink piss with people he wouldn’t necessarily take fishing, early December is the busiest time of the year for Bucky.
He’s got work drinks, he’s got catch ups, he’s got school break ups, but most unpleasantly, he’s got to socialise with clients at shitty pubs that they choose.
Mondays and Tuesdays he usually finds some semblance of peace, but from Wednesday onwards – it is full blown lip service.
His social battery is tested every evening, as he counts his drinks and makes sure he leaves each event at a time that both his wife and industry would be satisfied with.
He’s also not really fighting fit.
This has been happening since Cup Day, because his job is also one that forces him to take 12 hours off work in late November to watch a three and a half minute horse race.
And his calendar is full for the next week and a half. Full of this kind of shit.
However, the finish line is in sight. Christmas is still a month away but pretty soon the the corporate world will be loading the boogie boards and mountain bikes into the four wheeled drives and heading to the beach.
That’s when he can go home. And do all of this again. With his extended family.
