Taggad: Rugby

Drunk & brawling packaging service

Rugby club workers
A worrying sign. We had hardly begun and the first case of beer was already empty.

If you ever hire a rugby team to do some work. Wait with the beer until after the job is done!

$martness
In an attempt to save a buck I hired my rugby club to label and package my drill bit holder Gearfix. This batch had run in to some production problems that made it into a gruesome job.

Photo of casting beard
They had the work cut out for them.

Pain in the ass/fingers
Every product had TEN rubber strings from the moulds casting beard. They had to be individually cut off by hand. Multiply that with a few thousand and you got a real pain in the ass (The pain was actually located in our sore fingertips.).

Bad call
To motivate the guys I offered home made chilli and beer. Instantly I realised it was a bad idea opening the first case of beer so soon. They quickly became loud and started having fun showing off their strength by pulling my precious inventions to shreds. The rumour of free beer spread and more people came to the club to drink, wrestle and demolish my stuff.

Hungover packaging service
When everyone had sobered up a few days later, we restarted the job and eventually I had my first order ready for delivery.

Unexpected CA$H injection

Scar from rugby tackle.
It’s important to use your head in every possible way.

A few years earlier I got a huge cut on my forehead playing rugby. Today it turned out to generate a big relief in the time of need.

Rugby injury
Bloody mess!

Headsmash!
During a rugby tackle in 2010 I collided with a 17 year old, Australian, exchange student in our team. The coach cursed me loudly thinking he would have to phone the young lads mother saying that her son was dead. It was a great smash indeed and it felt as I knocked out all his teeth. But he shrugged me off and continued playing the game without a scratch. Everyone got surprised that it was my head that had burst open.

Nasty cut
I got X:ed once again by a team mate, a nasty habit they’ve practised on me for over 20 years. At least this time I didn’t get kicked in the head. It was just a mutual tackling incident that added to my other +50 stitches in the face. But these were the least attractive ones.

Busy busy busy
I almost missed the expiration date from the insurance company to file for compensation. Today I received a rather large cash injection from this that will help finance my expanding expenses of getting the TreKorv hot dog to production online.