Saturday, January 20, 2007"
Sometyms i wonder how these people survive. They work full shifts from 11am to 10pm everyday. leaving tym barely enough for transport, meals and slp. They have absolutely no social life! This company employs cheap labour and exploits them, to an extent dat all my collegues are malaysians! Im beginning to speak wif a lil bit of malaysian slang now and this is seriously bad. I lack the spirits i always had. I feel low class now. Im as good as a bangladash worker. These people wake up in old, dirty and small hdb flats no more than a hen's coop, wear the same old clothes (poor designs) everyday, then waddle to work. They stand for 11 straight hours, trying to help their company earn revenue by serving others at their feet. Then, when night falls (which they probably wont be aware of) , they fall aslp on those mouldy beds they rented. The ultimate reason behind their poor welfare is their salary! Its way too low for human survival. I pity them. Then again, i pity myself.
If I dun get a proper A lvl cert and get into a uni course, I'l have to work lyk them for life. I dun wan to live my future this way. I've thought it all out. My monthly salary is barely enough to keep myself alive. I wan to live in a decent flat. I wan to drive a decent car. I need to live a flexible life. I want my funeral to be grand, lyk my grandfather's or even better. I want to study and be more serious in life. During these days I've been working, my toes and heels ache, my pimples are bursting out in numbers. I look 10 years older than normal and i seem to losing a lot of confidence and self esteem. This is bad. I had to bear wif a variety of tyrants and time wasters. Nevertheless, I must not quit. I shall persevere!
I met family 2day whose kid tried to question me bout my choice of words. I could have kicked him wif the new pair of shoes i bought 2day. His parents scolded him though. It is also irritating when lil children run around when i was trying to cater to the adults. Another customer boast to me dat wif his money he can buy 3 insoles when i recommend him the cheaper one. He tried out for bout half an hour and decided nt to buy any shoe. He rmbed my name though. When i learn to earn more money by myself, I'l change all the money to 1 cent coins and throw at him. Most of the customers are either regulars or foreigners. I've met some english, chinese nationals, americans, indonesians and even bangladash workers.
Work is stressful. In spite of that, i nvr regretted working, for i noe dat i can earn money on my own now. Im no longer dependant on my parents. I definitely sold more than 1k worth of items 2day. Too busy to even calculate. I just need the paper qualifications and I'l make the best out of my life. I shant mock at no one no more. As long as they are working a decent job, it is already something to be proud of.
My right shoe split 2day. I cant possibly wear a spoilt shoe to sell shoes. Dad came and bought me a new pair of Hush puppies shoes at 79 bucks.
Shucks! My feet hurts!
Spoken at Saturday, January 20, 2007
