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Saturday, December 11, 2004
The Resurrection.
I've been waiting for some time to bring my blog back to life right from the dead, and somehow i manage to sacrifice some time to fulfill my undying desire to pen down my thoughts. I'm been very busy and jam-packed with activites ever since the 'O' Levels ended. Almost as equivalent to schooling, I'm most usually at home during the night only. Morning is best spent snugging in bed to catch some winks, or at the seaside helping my mum with the shop-and-toilet. Noon is off to work at Singapore Post Centre at Paya Lebar, the monstrous giant structure adjacent to the MRT station. I managed to land a job there with the help of my aunt who was a former employee there herself and i managed to drag Shahril along and it proved absolutely essential and life-saving. Not that i bear any grudges against them, but i simply can't get along with my other fello temporary worker colleagues. The adults are great, especially Wak and Cik Hussein who work at the same CFC machine as me and the various other everchanging variants of mak ciks.
Today marks the first week at work. Other than this shouty and finding fault supervisor, everything else is fine. The pay is peanuts, and lucky i came in earlier cause the second and third batch allegedly got less. The work is labour intensive, back breaking, finger scarring, wrist aching toture lasting 4 hours a day. I can't imagine the torment undergone by the other temporary contract workers(consisting of the pak ciks and makciks) who clock in 8 hours a day, 6 days a week. The guys got to open the mail bags, throw them onto a conveyor belt, manually sort them and deliver them to the respective departments.
I wonder when's pay day.
I've got soul
But I'm not a soldier
But I'm not a soldier
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