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Thursday, March 22, 2007

So it was my first ever time out to work this morning. I admit, its a tad bit old for me to be experiencing my first time (in more implied ways than one *winkwink*) but I'm glad I did it anyways. For those who don't know, I'm working as a Daiso stocktaker in IMM. Not a dream job, but something with simple instructions. I'd skewer myself first before shooting myself off-centre in the head trying to fit my head into the platform so I can release the guillotine...before I try out retail. I was never good with conversing with people, especially when it came to looking into people's eyes. I know its a bad habit, but I feel looking into someone's eyes requires a certain amount of mutual respect and trust first. Or maybe thats just bullshit to hide my habits.

So I was half an hour early (hooray for an enthused crack who slept at 5am trying to defeat a certain demon on his PSP) and I waited while continuing to play my PSP. 15 minutes in I was so eager (you can shut up now, thank you) to wear my tie and tuck in my shirt I rushed to the toilet. On the way there, the cleaning auntie was like "EH! Fast leh I cleaning". So I rushed into one of the cubicles. While fixing my tie, I heard a woman's voice outside talking to the cleaning auntie about being urgent and she needed to release.

I heard footsteps.

I recalled her blatant gender.

I looked around my cubicle.

And I saw the waste bin for pantyliners.

This will be the time when you are on the floor gasping for air or trying to prevent your gaping mouth from attracting any incoming flies from entering, but yes. I realized I was in the rainbow-tastic lala land of silver ponies so I bailed. I must thank god once again for making my work early in the morning and not during lunch hour.

On to my job. As I said, it was one job with simple instructions that were pretty routine. But by the end of the day I felt really tired. I mean...who wouldn't? In a way, I wouldn't want to complain and in another way I finally get to feel like the people who neatly arrange the goods feel when some punk comes in a plays with the item and chucks it in one corner. I swear I will be nicer to those apron aunties next time, pfft...like I never was.

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2:23 AM

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