1st May – Call of the Kiwi’s

Well, with yet another day of no work, Caitlin and Savannah have decided to switch to our boss full time, and our now permanent members of our crew.  They’re picking up the job pretty quickly, so we’re happy to have them.

Health and safety has made it clear Lily cannot be in that carry case anymore – however we’re now working in orchards with decent shade so it’s not going to be such an issue.  I’m supposed to be training yet ANOTHER new person today, but he’s only just arrived and asked if he can start on Monday instead.  One of my supervisors actually got snippy about it, telling me that Sohrab had no right to ask it of me since it’s not my job, and it should be a role given to the supervisors.  Given that she’s been having to keep an eye on Bertrand and Norma while I concentrate on the specialty pick, she has a point.

Its specialty pick again this morning, but come lunch time we head back to our usual orchard for strip pick and we can try and redeem ourselves for our very lousy specialty pick time (we are by far the slowest of all the crews, and not just because we have four new people).


The first hour is a struggle – we only just make our quota.  Thankfully, everyone gets into the swing of things, and come break, we’re 5 boxes ahead.  By the final hour and a half rolls up, we’re determined to get as ahead as we can.  Unfortunately, we also know another team will be coming into our strip once they’re done in order to meet us.  This is one of the Indian crews, who are complete machines at picking – they can hit double digits before we even hit 50, and they clearly love the job.  You can hear them a mile away, they sing and yell and repeat sounds they hear almost constantly.  When they finally descend on our section, it’s like announcing the start of a battlefield.  There’s two empty bins…whoever fills their current bin first gets the right to write their name on said bins.  All systems go while we all start yanking kiwis mindless of stalks or procedure – it’s kind of like watching seagulls go for a box of chips thrown on the ground.  In seconds we’ve stripped the sections bare…AND WE GET ONE OF THE FINAL BINS BEFORE THEY DO!  WOOT!

We technically miss our quota in the last 90 minutes, but since we’re still carrying the extra bins we make it up and will still make the bonus.  Just need Bertrand and Norma to speed up a little and we should be good.


About Batale

I am an aspiring writer - though since I haven't written anything original in about 2 years, so calling me a writer is like calling a man who makes dinner every night a 5 star chef. I started this blog to force me to write. From the 1st January 2013, I intend to update this blog every day. If nothing interesting happens, I'll write about something that does interest me, whether that is a movie, a book, something I've heard about, or even some of my stories growing up.
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