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Friday, October 02, 2009 1:50 AM

my 3 day job for F1 job just ended last sunday.
it was certainly a interesting 'story' to have it up.
and this job is also something new that i have never experienced before.
i had found and learnt much things.. from the different perspectives that people have of life to the joy of life behind every moment.

together in this job, i was working with alex, sebas, kris, shawn and his friend kendrick. before being allocated to the different stations and places, i was was worried and afraid that all of us would be separated.
sitting among all the other 200 working colleagues waiting for our names to be called, my hands turned all cold and numb.
tho all of them were very sure that we would sure be working together in the VVIP lounges (coz alex got some 'help'), i was still worried for there might be any unexpected changes.

finally when everything was confirmed, we are going to work together in the same group for the next 3 days.. i heaved a sigh of relief.
however, we would never had thought that our nightmare was just about to start.

first day of work, we were supposed to meet our contract agents at lavender mrt. however, i did not. as, i dont see the need to..
so, i made my own way down to the working area by myself.
then they handed out our green t-shirts. with the label 'housekeeping' behind our backs.
from then, i was already depressed.
then later they had management problems with the t-shirt size arrangements. many people were getting shirts that were oversized..
unluckily, that was also what happened to sebas and kendrick..

then.. we were separated further into groups of 10.
me and kris were with another 2 girls and 10 other malay guys.
unfortunately for the guys, they were the 'chosen ones' who are made to follow the manager..
thus, theres where me and kris went to the 2nd level of the VVIP lounges. while the 4 guys went to the lifestyle area.
however, i had no idea how they managed to sneak.. they came back to find us. which was really blessed i felt. at least.. i would be less worried bahs. (i also duno why i like to worry so much.. )
for the first day, there was nothing much to be done.
we were introduced to the suites of the rooms and had did the basic cleanings of the glass panels, tables and reception counters.
however, it was horrible after 8pm.
as our work was supposed to end at 8pm, the manager told our supervisor to hold us till 830pm, but giving us only 1hr extra pay ($5).
we were all hungry and tired. but all we could do, was to sit at the canteen and watch the others eat their delicious hot dinner. not to even mention the kind of food we ate for lunch.. it was pale and almost tasteless.
when it was finally 845pm, our manager appeared walking into the canteen..
carrying a hope of mine to be set-free, he didnt.
he told us to wait further for the night shift to arrive before we could possibly go.
at this moment, there were many people making noise and all already.
but sebas suddenly stood up and went over to the manager's table and scolded violently at him. his voice and anger totally silence the whole canteen unrest.
the manager remained silent.. till one lady supervisor told sebas to go back to his seat while she settles and talk to the manager and return an answer to him.
after some time, we were finally released.
our table was the first to be let off..
while walking off, sebas was still pissed and scolding him furiously.

the 2nd day came..
i was first to reach as usual, waiting outside the main gate.
we all hoped that today would be a better day.
fortunately, yes. the manager greeted us nicely and sebas was also not as pissed anymore.
however.. one of the girls decided not to turn up anymore.
nevertheless, we continued our daily checks and cleanings..
lunch was also slightly better, at least we have a choice of fish meat or chicken.
till around 7pm, me, sebas, kris and kendrick needed to go get some 'fresh air' at the grand stand.
the view there is supreme and perfect!
and shockingly, a guy asked to take a photo with us.. because he likes our green shirt.
kinda weird. we were still quite worried if he is some manager or boss that would complain us.
i also wanted to go ask for a copy of the photo and send to my email then. however, on second thought, i didn't.
we then went down to the canteen to rest and play 'truth or dare' for an hr.
after then.. we were released on time for home.

the long awaited last day was finally here!
this day, we slacked even more.. as there were nothing to be done after cleaning the panels, vacuuming and mopping the floor.
and also not forgetting.. striking poses for the visitors to take photos. i think i was taken for at least 3 shots..? okays.. im not that proud of this 'achievement' though.
most ridiculous was that.. our supervisor himself was very very late. it till lunch time then he came!
that day's lunch was the best already. we had curry rice with coke! hahas.
cant believe that we were so easily satisfied with just a can of coke..
after lunch, we were then told to do the most extreme stupidest thing.. to clean the walls.
erms.. yahs.. clean walls??
yupps.. we 'cleaned' the walls with our 'creativity', by adding the hand soap as our detergent as we weren't provided with any, sadly.
soon.. it was around 6pm.
all of us were then forced to go down to the canteen, after being caught and scolded for being at the grand stand where there were many VIPS.
all of them played 'truth or dare', except me and kendrick (and a little of sebas).. helping me to brainstorm about my portfolio. [cant seem to get away from the troubles of workload]
not long after, we then packed our bags and went home.
not being able to watch the grand start of the race.. ):
nevermind also.. im not interested in it anyways. im only interested in the pay they are paying us (:

yupps.. so thats all of my 3 'interesting' days?
personally, i find it a rare chance to be given this job.
coz.. we are always the kids who are living in the urban city enjoying all the luxury. i would just take it as a moment of period where i got a 'change' of life.
this.. would also then make me cherish and treasure more the things i have now. (:

p.s paisae chari, we were not allowed to take photos.. so.. yahs.. (: anyways, i looked horrible in that green shirt. yucks. lols.


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