Suburban Filth

first day of work, again. i know, i know. one moment i have no job and the next, job offers come non-stop. this job is not just a 2-days job though. it's all the way til school reopens. actually, the management wanted me to work even after school reopens. "weekends are a must, confirm must. and at least one weekday."

what are ya, frogheads? i aint working when school reopens because i aint going to rush down to orchard after i finish school at what, 4? it's not like i'm in desperate need of money. i'm just killing time...by making money. anyway, if they insist i do, i'll resign then. it's as simple as it should be.

so where am i working at? let's just call it...my own"Suburban Filth"(think OTH3) so that i can bitch about it here when i need to and not get sued. okay, that's what i shall call it from now on. suburban filth.

today was busy like hell. so much for being my first day. it's totally different from the last job because i spent the entire day sitting down in an office in the last one and i spent an entire day standing in a shop in this current job. colleagues wise, they were nice, generally. one of them was really nice, and she was the only one who actually made me feel really comfortable because the senior head was...well, i think i can tell she's going to be a little, *cough*problem*cough*. everything has to be PERFECT. and i heard the manager(whom i havent seen) is really particular about the perfection of maintenance. and they're both singaporeans so, really, it's not all that surprising.

i stood for a total of 9 hours, serving mostly, tai-tais and tourists. damn, all i can say is that these ladies are LOADED. the cheapest top in the shop costs about $79. yes, i can safely believe they're totally loaded. this lady i served came in and left with a top and bottom, costing about nearly $500 altogether. that's 200 plates of chicken rice.

totally appreciated anna for stopping by with her natural acting ability to keep me entertained for at least 30 mins(i think she enjoyed trying on those clothes anyway). i liked serving her best. AND for the plasters. BIG HELP. thanks babe. :)

serving someone's never that easy so i wouldnt complain about having to serve all those ladies, except...there's this one particular chinoise lady. she took in so many clothes to try, made me stand outside to "pass her" other clothes when she called for them(when she could've just hung them all together inside). HI, you're not my only customer.

she demanded for an XS for one of the corsets when i had to help her zip up a size S. come on lady, it's a damn corset. you need to breathe.and it's not like she left with anything(plus one of my colleagues told me she always tries on loads of stuff but leaves with nothing). if she didnt treat me like her maid, i wouldnt mind if she left with nothing. too bad she did. tsk. chinoise.

oh yes, another person has mistaken me for a malay, AGAIN. my teacher, the cleaning uncle in school, some of my friends, the cleaning auntie at HSBC, and now my new colleague. and they always test me(with their own ways) and when i understood them, they'd go, "EH? you chinese ah?"

YAH. i chinese ah. wo3 shi4 hua2 ren2. but my malay friend doesnt think i look malay. maybe i'm thai.

i'm so shagged. another 6 hours tomorrow. sigh. oh well, i'll psycho myself that i'd have more to spend for travelling then. THINK BIG, SEIGE, THINK BIG. you can pop by wisma if you want and i'll be at suburban filth. but dont talk to me because -think senior-head. singaporean senior head.