My first ever paid job

 

When I was at high school my parents and I lived on a copper mine in a remote region of Central Australia. 

Peko Mine has since vanished in its entirety. All that is left are concrete house bases and a concrete block placed over the 1,000 odd foot mine shaft to prevent idiots falling in. There was only one shaft and that was located under the poppet head or head frame you can see near the top right of the photo. There was another access point used for emergency exit and also air circulation. Air circulation needs an upcast shaft and a downcast shaft - sucking and blowing. The downcast shaft was a ladder way into the top level of the mine, only a short distance below surface. This has been filled in too and not one piece of metal from the buildings remains.

In the photo is the assaying laboratory in the foreground, the office (shorter building middle right), the main mill complex next to it (the taller building), the diesel-electric powerhouse in the middle and houses in the distant background.

We lived in one of the staff houses.

During school holidays, especially the Christmas holidays that were of six weeks duration, my parents found it difficult to help me find something to do; yes, I rode my bike all over the place, trekked off into the local arid country checking out old mines and a variety of lizards, snakes, kangaroos, and echidnas, but eventually I got bored. 

The devil finds evil things for idle hands to do. And I got into trouble on a couple of occasions when I was found on the minesite where I shouldn't have been. At 12 or 13 years of age, I wasn't permitted anywhere on the mine unaccompanied and not allowed underground period.

My father, who was chief engineer, did take me underground on several occasions at Peko and Orlando Mine which was fairly safe given that the Inspector of Mines was located at Darwin, 1500 km away and wasn't likely to catch us in the act.

My father decided to find me a job. He spoke with the then Exploration Department chief geologist whose work was mostly off-site and bingo, I got hired and paid a pittance out of petty cash since I was also too young to be formally employed.

For the rest of my school days I had a job every holiday.

I went out in the field seeking new mineral leases, surveying diamond drilling exploration locations, picking up lunches for the teams going "bush", and doing other important stuff like collecting geologist's hammers, cleaning the Landrover 4WD vehicles, and sharpening the boss's pencil collection.

I really hit the big time when I was shown how to split a cylindrical diamond drilled core in half using an ancient core splitter almost identical to that shown below.

The first few hundred feet of core splitting was very interesting, but the novelty soon wore off. I'd take a piece of core from a core tray with maybe 50 feet of core lying in it, place a cloth bag on one side of the splitter and wind down the wheel until the core cracked in half.

One half fell into the bag which, when it was full, I'd label with the core tray number, tie it off with the integrated ties and send it to the assaying laboratory.

The other pieces were meticulously placed back in the core tray.

It was a mind-numbingly boring job, but it helped me realise what I was to understand better later in life, all jobs have their menial, less interesting tasks, but even monotonous, uninteresting, unchallenging jobs need to be done.

So, my first paid job was as a "field assistant" that involved being a GOFER and splitting endless footage of drilled core. The money, added to my parents' allowance enabled me to hit the local town eight miles away a couple of times per week to meet my mates for an iced coffee and a trip to the local open-air theatre.

Another good job was that I learned to drive the Landrover 4 Wheel Drive vehicles in open country where there was little to hit except a few gum trees and a pile of anthills. By 14 I was a seasoned driver on manual vehicles (autos were just beginning to appear in the 60s).

Now, as I write this reflection on life, I'm post-work having retired after several major career changes and I can look back and smile at these stages of my development.

What was your first job? Comment below and let us know all about it.

#Robinoz

Shiraz Grapes and the Deep North

Shiraz grapes - Barossa Valley

While the little shiraz grapes were getting ready to produce another batch of that lovely, anti-oxidant filled red wine, I was heading north to Alice Springs along the Stuart Highway, a trip I've done hundreds, if not a thousand times. 

If you've never visited South Australia's north or the Northern Territory, it's probably of great interest to see the thousands of square kilometres of nothing. After a few times it becomes fairly ordinary and perhaps boring.

There are several landscape and vegetation changes and some large salt lakes that are interesting to see and knowing that you are driving through the Woomera Rocket Range prohibited area is probably a kick to some people, although one never sees any rockets, UFOs or anything else.

Here's some footage of the vast emptiness within and around the Woomera Rocket Range.

If nothing else, it's an excellent road and in the Territory the speed limit is 130km/hr if you are happy to burn up a shipload of fuel at $1.49 or $2.07 per Litre at Erldunda in the Territory.

This trip, the only kangaroos I saw were road-killed, but I did see a huge perentie lizard and half a dozen frilled neck lizards on the road which I managed to avoid. No emus, a few horses, some cattle, and dozens of cars with NT number plates heading south for Christmas.

Those heading south to their loved ones probably hoped they'd avoid the 43° Celsius heat of Central Australia only to find that temperatures in Adelaide and other southern towns and cities are equally hot.

Summer isn't called the Silly Season in the Top End for nothing.

Robin