I was pretty occupied for the last couple of days. I had to work (yesss! I am finally hired! Albeit for just a short period), I had to give tuitions, I had to head back to school for meetings regarding some upcoming competition and industry project. Despite having no free time to blog, I am one happy girl because I feel like a useful person again.

Let me tell you a little bout my work: It’s actually nothing new that I haven’t done before. Basically I am paid 5 bucks per hour promoting some products at an atrium sale. The products are pretty affordable and useful, without a doubt, they are quite sellable. However, my commission is a puny 2 percent, so I don’t really earn much from it.

This job really bores the hell out of me. I cannot choose the music I wanna listen to cause I am not stationed in a shop but right in the middle of the atrium (Wah Piang! Everlasting Love Songs on repeat for the 8th time!). I cannot sit cause there are no chair, and by the end of the day, my feet hurts as though I weighed like an elephant that just ran a marathon. And because I am hired by my company and not the shop that organized the sale, I cannot chup-siao other stuffs and products; I have nothing to do most of the time but to stand around and wait for customers to browse my stand.

Since I am the only one hired by my company, I am alone most of the time. As you all know right, I am a very shy girl leh. I didn’t really interact with the rest of the staffs there until the girls start smiling and talking to me. Only then did I realised that most of us are from the same campus! (However, the staffs from the afternoon shift don’t really dare to interact with me. Maybe I looked damn fierce and dao?) Oh, and thank god too that I have friends who are nice enough to drop by to meet me for one-hour lunch! (Everbody says, “Awwwwww!” … “Ooorrrh!”)

While working there, sometimes I feel like I am back to square one again. Two years down the road, I am still working in retail, and furthermore, I am even working in the same freaking mall I held my first full-time retail job two years back. It’s felt a little de ja vu, like… I’m 17 again. I am that same girl who had a strong yearning to experience newer things in life, I am that same girl who worked to fulfil some material wishes.

After I chopped off my locks, I seriously thought that I’ll never get to work in retail/service line again because I am just too… different. (I even informed my manager beforehand, as I do not wish to give him a rude shock the next days he sees me!) On my first day there, I even had jitters while walking down the escalator!

As much as I think retail jobs are a no brainer kinda work, with a real test on patience, I still find it interesting at times. You know, like… Monday are not like Sunday, Weekends are big money days, Stock days are tiring days, and zoh boh days are indeed, zoh boh days.

Louis Vuitton and Prada, wanna hire me? Christian Dior also can!