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2nd day
Friday, December 01, 2006
fucking dead. thats what i am by the end of the day. starting, at around 11+. moved the partitions down and outside the building. it was fun, some sort, but only at that time. got tired later on in the evening. friggin tired. and at night, my mind went kuku. like, am i this desperate for a job. thought of quitting also sia. i got a cut on my finger, but heck care coz need to move the stuff anyway. if an agency called me up for a friggin job, anything in sales or promotion or someting, or even warehouse work ar(which I fucking bet that the condition is much much less stressful and energy consuming than my current job), i'll quite my current job STRAIGHT AWAY. fuck if i get my pay late or something. atleast i have another job. i told the agency that i can start in december, so, i'm still hoping for a good news. fucked up job i tell you.aside from it being a fucked up job, the workers are great. first theres this malay guy which rides the cab together with me home every morning. fun to chat with. then theres this, err, thailand guy izzit. i'm not sure. he can speak malay siot, and also chinese i think. then sometimes he said stuff like, selamat dikebumikan. we've just carried a heavy load and placed it on the floor, sepol said selamat, then he said selamat, selamat dikebumikan. hah. then theres this other guy also, dunno thailand or philippines, everytime give cigarette to sepol. then he was like, wanted to give me a stick, but i dun smoke. too bad.
i got to help out in the lorry, no, two lorries on the 2nd day. it's like, something ar because only the old guys(as in those who've worked longer than me for the boss) helps out on the lorry. the small lorry is ok. the big one is really something. thats where they place the tables. not only i have to move the tables on the lorry, but overturn it. and the side thing other than feeling tired and worn out is the blisters on my palm. it hurts. fuyyoh.
first day, worked for 9 hours. 2nd day, worked for 16 hours. yes, 16. while people usually worked for 12 hours, i have 4 hours more and it wasnt considered OT. just simple, hourly pay. yesterday was at asia life insurance, today is at OCBC centre. i did survive on the 2nd day, but only barely. today starts at two, so should be quite ok lah.
fuckin missed my free time sia. missed chatting to my friends. missed playing my guitar. missed the net. missed my music. hah. and its only been two days. but orite what, most people are home when people are still awake. i got home in the morning. fish. this morning, my mom woke me up. i heard her voice and stuff, but my eyes are closed sak. never saw her face and my bro's. last time i saw them was yesterday morning before going off for work. siak ar. i need another job!!!