On my first job last night I got hailed outside the Killer, I stopped for the guy only to find his mate loading a woman who was rubber being poured into the back seat.
99% of jobs out of the Killer are local cash jobs, this couple said Rathmines Ave!
She had already been sick I was told, fortunately, I have sick bags in the car and handed one to your man.
I said, "You're my first job, if she gets sick I'm going straight home with €140 plus the fare".
She got sick a bit, but only into the bag. After that, I ended up getting street work to Jobstown, etc. Not wanting to do house work around there I headed back toward town.
With the wind and the rain and copious amounts of drunken idiots I had enough after four hours and called it a night.
This was Dame Street around 04.00:
