This post was delayed due to some unforeseen and unfortunate circumstances.
While I was walking in a local shopping center, I saw my cousin working in one of the department. It reminds me that I used to work in a local shopping complex 11 years ago. Wow it’s been 11 years already? That was when I just celebrated my sweet 16 birthday and now I’ll be celebrating my 27th birthday soon. It felt kinda weird knowing I’ll be 30 soon.
Going back to when I was 16 years of age, I remember my group of friends and I went to a short interview. Most of us was accepted to work in that local shopping department store. You won’t believe how much they pay us. They paid us RM1.80 per hour for noobs. If you are a seasonal worker (that means you used to work there for the second time), they will add another extra 50 cents per hour which brings it to a grand total of RM2.30 per hour. Very generous of them.
We work 10 AM to 10 PM every day. I think we only got our day off after 2 weeks of working because the department store was having its annual sale. Although we were underpaid, but it was fun. Especially when you have friends around and each of us are working in different apartment. So when there’s lunch break or dinner break, we will eat together, berak together, kencing together and kutuk our respective snobbish supervisors by impersonating their personalities together.
The work was generally not too difficult. The only difficult part is to withstand the boredom of post-sale period where most us had to hunt for flies and mosquitoes for total amusement. Another difficult part is where I had to transfer the goods from the store room. It wouldn’t be too difficult if I am not allergic against dust and it doesn’t help much if the store room look like it haven’t been clean for almost 100 years. Hang Tuah would be so terrified he’ll rise from his 400 year old beauty schleep.
Anyway, we sorta have our own Supervisor Idol back then, with the exception of being the sms winner of course. The only difference is, they don’t dance or sing. They talk crap instead. Who ever the crappiest will win the competition. Anyway as I said earlier although we were underpaid, it was really fun. It’s really fun when you get your salary for the first time and spend every penny on buying my first Super Nintendo and a UFO set which cost me more than RM1,000. No, I’m not talking about the unidentified flying object UFO. Geras Khas will arrest me if I own a REAL UFO.
The UFO I’m talking about is a machine where you don’t have buy game titles, you just load copy and load the game on it, then you can play the games without buying the game cartridges. It’s sorta like the first form of piracy in those days LoL. Don’t ask me why they named it UFO. I didn’t care too much about the name, playing video game was all I care about. How to afford original if I made 50 cents per day from washing jamban?
Buying Nintendo was one of the many stupid mistakes I made because it was the year Nintendo began to lose it’s popularity to Sony Playstation. Well there goes my underpaid money because of my past addiction for video games. But this post is not about video games, so I’ll stop right here. Working with my class mates were fun and it’s a moment I will cherish as long I’m alive or as long I’m not infected with Alzheimer.
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