Ever since A’s ended I reported straight to work. A job that I’ve held onto as a part-time for 10 years now. 10 good long years. And that’s basically why I’m uncontactable during the holidays and that my holidays may sometimes be the toughest times.
Well, since I haven’t been blogging much after being terribly caught up at work - 7 days a week 13 hours a day – I ought to share a little shouldn’t I.
Before I begin I have to clarify that I’m in quite of a dilemma with regards to the title. Is it Me & My Work or My Work & Me? Obviously either one of the above has a grammatical mistake but I just couldn’t quite figure out which one is it. If you’ve read enough, you’ll know how bad my English can get. Well I’ve decided to go along with Me & My Work simply because it sounds correct to me. If it isn’t, do pardon it because this post will be filled with all through with it.
Me & My Job Scope
10 years. For a good 10 years what have I been doing? Well a variety of here and there. The longest being a store man counting, packing and passing of the goods to the customers. It may sound like a really easy job but it isn’t as simple as you imagine. The goods are arranged into a few different rows lying right from the floor to the ceiling so it requires me to work with a ladder. The quantity of the goods ordered can get as big as to a 4 digit. The heaviness of the goods and the frequency that I have to climb up and down the ladder drains me so badly that even my teeth can now feel the impact every time I step off the ladder. Well the other aches - back, knee – are just common side effects. What can I say, exhaustion much.
Me & My Identity
There’s quite a lot of doubt in my identity for the customers and they are seriously persistent and curious people who can never stop guessing I tell ya.
Doubt 1, Are you local?
Over at my work place we have quite a variety of nationality mix. Most commonly being with China Chinese and the Malaysians.
Despite having spoken to some of the customers in English, they can ask you really retarded questions. Such as, are you from China? Others can be more direct, with one that said “Are you Malaysian? You look like an Ipoh Girl!”. Why an Ipoh Girl? No idea.
But of course there are some comments that are really pleasing to the ear. One being “You speak really accurate Chinese. You’re from China?”. Another one being “Eh you are a Singaporean right? Wah, your English very good leh, you speak with those ang moh accent!”. Muahahahaahahaha, why are they pleasing to the ear you ask? Well being a bilingual has always been my goal and through the testimony of these customers it sounds like I’m right on track don’t I? As for the slang that I speak with, you can choose to bear with it or simply not listen to it if it annoys you. There’s nothing that I want to explain about it or any changes that I’m gonna do to it.
Doubt 2, You are?
Here are some of the questions that customers ask and some of my responses. Those in grey are the OS in my head that I’ve never actually said aloud.
“Eh are you the supervisors’ sister?” Mister, are you blind? Do I look that old enough to be my Mom’s sister?!
“Ladyboss! Is it real that you’ll fine us if we place our goods along your corridor?”. Alright, I know that I have the looks of a becoming successful businesswoman (haha). But right now??? Don’t I look a little too young to match the title, LADYBOSS?
A long term customer interrupted my lunch time by breaking into a conversation with my Mom while Shan, Mom and I were sitted on a table lunching. My Mom introduced us as her daughters pointing out which being the elder and the younger. And here comes the idiotic question. “That is your younger daughter (referring to me)??? No la, that one (Shan) is the younger one, and this one (Me) is the older one la!”. Hello Aunty are you screwed in your brains? You mean my Mom can’t differentiate her own daughters??? You’ve got no idea how rude it is do you? Man, exactly how many times do have to go through with this! Grrrrr.
Me & The Radio
I spent really long hours at work so I’m barely in touch with shows right now. The only source of entertainment I receive from work is through tuning in to the radio. A Chinese station by the way. I’ve always thought that it’s really silly and a waste of money for all these people to be texting to the station for their messages to be read on air. Well I guess it’s due to boredom from work cause I myself have turned to become a silly participating in an advert gimmick and a freebie give away! The advert gimmick isn’t that interesting to mention about, so let’s skip right to the freebie give away one. I, of all people participated in a CNY red packet give away from the radio station and I won it!!! If you ever heard a radio deejay calling out to this name L.Y.L one faithful night around 9.40pm, YES THAT’S ME, AND YES I WON THE RED PACKET!!!! Hahaha, yeah real silly but this kept me happy close all week. But here’s the irony. Back at my workplace, we produce CNY red packets. This is to say, I’m consistently surrounded by red packets and honestly, I have a supply that can last anyone for ten years straight. So when I announced to the rest about my win they respond like this —> =.=! Oh, by the way, I’ve received the red packet. What can I say? MAD HIDEOUS.
There. I do have a lot more other happenings to share than this, but this much blogging is wearing me out. Yes, I’m losing the momentum. Well, lots of happenings at work and the other lots that I’ve missed while being at work. Guess I might only continue to share if I do feel like it. Apparently not at this very moment at least. OH, speaking of momentum, it’s obvious that there’s a truck load of grammatical mistakes and a really poor linkage and flow throughout the post. Toldya I’ve lost the momentum. Let’s see if I’ll retrace it back, or else it might just mean that it’s time to stop pumpkin.
We’ll see. Till then people.
