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HOW THE HELL DID I END UP CONCRETING?
Believe it or not, it all started with a beer. 🍻
G'day, Benno here.
I'm originally from Adelaide, and back in 2004, I wasn't exactly a bloke with a five-year career plan.
I'd had a falling-out with my parents and thought, "Righto, that's it. I'm out of here!"
So off I went to Perth.
No skills, no real goals and absolutely no idea what I was going to do with myself. I just knew I wanted to get out there and make something of my life.
Anyway, there I was sitting in a pub in Perth, having a beer and chatting to this old fella.
I asked him, "If you had no skills, no goals, but wanted to make something of yourself, where would you go? What would you do?"
His answer was pretty simple.
"Go to Kalgoorlie."
Righto then!
I walked straight out of the pub, found a phone box, rang Skywest and booked myself a flight. Paid for the ticket at the airport, jumped on the plane and headed to Kalgoorlie.
Within two days, I had a job labouring for a concreting crew.
No experience. No grand plan. Just had a crack.
And you know what? I bloody loved it.
I'd work hard all day, get filthy, learn something new, and when we knocked off, the boss would buy us a few beers.
I remember thinking, "Mate, how good is this? Work hard all day, have a few beers with the boys afterwards and get paid for it!"
Little did I know that one random conversation with an old bloke in a Perth pub would turn into 22 years of concreting around Australia.
RULES? WHAT BLOODY RULES!
After a couple of years concreting in Kalgoorlie, I started missing my brothers, so I decided to head home to Adelaide.
I figured I'd get a job, knock off, have a beer, catch up with my mates and enjoy being around the family again.
Well, Mum and Dad had other ideas.
"Ben, if you're going to live under our roof, there's going to be some rules."
I'm thinking, "Rules? What bloody rules?"
A curfew? No going out during the week? No beers after work? Paying board? Fair enough, I would've done that anyway!
I'd already done my time at a private school. Surely that was enough rules for one lifetime!
The trouble was, I'd had a taste of freedom in Kalgoorlie, and I wasn't quite ready to give it up.
I wanted to work hard, make good money and see what else was out there.
I still remember Mum ringing me one evening.
Mum: "Hi Ben, dinner's on the table."
Me: "Yeah, I won't be eating tonight."
Mum: "Why not?"
Me: "I've just got off the plane. I'm in Alice Springs."
That pretty much summed me up back then! 😂
Concreting ended up taking me all over Australia, working with different crews, different bosses and some real characters.
And I'm bloody glad it did. I learnt different techniques, picked up some good habits and saw a few things I'd never do myself!
One of my favourite places was Nhulunbuy, up in Gove in the Northern Territory.
31 degrees, a beautiful sea breeze, singlet weather.
I remember thinking, "This is the bomb!"
Here I was, getting paid to work, travel and see parts of Australia I'd never experienced.
Not a bad life for a bloke who originally had no idea what he wanted to do.
AND SOMEHOW, I ENDED UP RUNNING A BUSINESS...
Around 2013, I had another bright idea.
I'll start my own concreting business. How hard could that be?
Well, let's just say nobody mentioned the paperwork, quoting, phone calls, customers, suppliers, scheduling and all the other headaches that come with being your own boss.
Turns out pouring concrete was the easy part! 😂
But here's the thing.
After 22 years working with different people all over Australia, I've learnt there's a lot more to a good job than just throwing down concrete and driving away.
These days, I'm lucky enough to work alongside a crew where most of the boys have 15-plus years of experience themselves.
And there's something I often tell customers:
"I'll do your job as if it were my own place."
Because at the end of the day, it's your money, your home and our name on the work.
Anyway, that's enough about me.
Who would've thought one beer with an old bloke in a Perth pub would lead to all this? 🍻
READY TO GET YOUR POUR SORTED?
Between AI, spam messages and the 40 phone calls a week from people promising to make us number one on Google, we've decided to strip things right back.
No contact forms. No mucking around. Just real people having a conversation.
Got a concrete job in mind? Give Benno a call or flick us a text with your name, suburb, a few photos and rough measurements.
Got plans or drawings to send through? No worries, just call or text and we'll give you our email address.
If we're on the concrete and can't answer, we'll get back to you as soon as we're off the tools.
We'll be onto your message faster than a concreter spots free beer at a BBQ. 🍻
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Gosnells, WA | Perth's South East