Kilter

Back to work. Back to more suffering.

Arrived for work. 12.30pm. Siew Foon was there.

Joked around and read magazines. Siew Foon wanted to buy magazines and asked me which ones have those kinda penpal stuff. I said Teens and Teenage, but i recommended the latter. In the end she came back with Teens, and was disappointed that it was all English and there weren't any pics og handsome guys. So in the end i gave her English lessons using the magazine.

I went out to get magazines too. 8 Days and Teenage.

A Sarawak woman came in to interview today. SF asked me to explain some stuff in the application form to her cause she didn't complete it. Now they have a basic salary of $950. I only have $900! Damn. I gonna blast the company on my blog! Stay tuned-- 14 April 2007. Cheers.

Shi Yng came in at 4pm, but she was early for 45 minutes. So they went to Fairprice while i was left to attend to the shop. Meanwhile i aot back all my magazines and stuffed them in my bag. I am SELFISH. I don't wish to share. I don't like my magazines crumpled or tattered or torn.

They came back and SF clocked out before leaving. So there were two of us left.

I ended up going for my break at only 4.10pm. I had my meal at Kopitiam, and went to get some more magazines- Seventeen and Teenage(There was something on Avril =>). I did something illegal again. Can't resist the temptation.

I kept silent for the rest of the day. I tried. Maybe i'm just tired. Maybe i don't feel like talking to anyone.

Her antics are getting on my nerves. Like, she always praises herself as cute and pretty and stuff. I know she meant it as a sarcastic kinda joke, but its getting on my nerves. I think she just took a Neoprint recently, and this morning SF let me take a look at it, saying “Shi Yng 给你看的。” So of course i took a look. Later, when she came, she asked me if i had looked at the neoprints. i said yes. Then she told me i didn't ask for her permission. Yeah, she's still joking. But i couldn't take it anymore. Then she asked me for my comments, is it nice or stuff. I said, "Okay lor". SF laughed and said i have no emotions. Shi Yng said,"人家酱cute，你说okay lor" I was at walking away from them all and spewing vulgarities at the shop front. I. Just. Can't. Take. It .Anymore. It just pisses me off!

Not to mention that recently, there was a pair of mother-daughter Malays who came to patronise our shop. The daughter wanted to buy a lot of last pieces, and SY told me to check FOUR stocks. It was her customer. And i was the one who called every SINGLE outlet and asked. The customer bought 100 over dollars and she typed her own name. I wasn't asking her to type mine, cos i couldn't care less, but at least she couuld check stock herself. Serving the customer is tons easier than calling up to check stuff. Argh. The thought of it makes me mad. And she's always behaving as if she's boss. Somehow she always gets away with closing shop. She either goes home early or mop, not vacuum. It's the timetable thing, but i can't contemplate why she gets it her way so easily. Oh well. I can't seem along to get along with anyone nowadays.

Didn't serve much customers today. Not in the damn fucking mood.

Mich was coming at night. So glad. I chatted with her on the phone in the storeroom. She came, and we chatted in the storeroom. She was leaving and i sneaked out, in the pretext of going to the toilet, to settle some stuff together. Why should i care? Why should i be working so hard? No way. No.

Maybe i shall get Shift C next week. So that I can go go home EARLY too. No. Not before the keys come. There's only one set of keys now. So even if its your day off that day, you still have to come back at night to collect the keys to open shop the next day. So, not yet.

After work we went shopping at the supermarket. I bought thirty dollars worth of tidbits. Hahaha. Got my illegal stuff going. Yay. Finally cleared my debt to Mich. We borrow money from each other now and then. WAHAHA.

Enjoyed the later part of the day. So much. We're suited for the high life. HA. HA. HA.

16 days to get out of this hell of a place.