While doing my assignment in this freezing computer lab, I just remembered that I need to announce that.............
JEAN CHAN IS COMING TO AUSTRALIA!!!
Yes indeed, my childhood playmate is coming!! We can continue our playing activities~ Hoorraaaayyy!!!!!!!!!!!(sounds so wrong)
Since we didn’t manage to have a yearly KEYS trip this year, Jean coming to Australia will be awesome!
(In fact, if I recall correctly we don’t even have any KEYS trip last year since Shany
dump us half way and decided to go Bali with Choong... hmph! >.<)
To think back, the yearly trip had reduced from 10 people, 4 and finally 3 this year (including Terence).. sigh...
Anyhow, got to get back to my assignment and continue observing the FOREX market, which is a pretty cool assignment but it just tire my eyes to look at the tiny number and graphs ALL THE TIME. I know I am being kiasu to do that and the money isn’t even real to start with.... but this is my first time I’m playing in the FOREX!! I am just so genuinely excited.. not kiasu-ness that speaks here, its excitement!
As everyone might have known, I had been working at the 2010 Grand Prix Melbourne from 26th to 28th March. It was a weekend of total joyous hectic-ness. *notice the little sarcasm*My initial hours were 8 everyday from 11a.m. to 7p.m. of which when multiplied with $17/hour it will sum up to $408. Just nice for my Sydney trip although I might need to top up a little more.
BUT.. on the day prior to my commencement I received this VERYurgent call from the event company. I was at my Accounting class that time doing a tiny revision test hence didn’t pay much attention to whatever the caller said and dumbly said ‘yes’ to her every command. The only thing I recall was that I need to check my e-mail once I reach home. ABSOLUTELY stupid of me to do so.. I know. As I reached home, opened my e-mail, my jaw nearly fell down. (0.0)My hours had been increased to 12 hours everyday!!! 12 freaking hours!! Like 12 hours!!! Seriously!!
For a moment I had this panic attack which made me scream out unheard agonies. Then my accounting mind took over and I quickly took out my long-time friend, the calculator.♥ (I AM in Accounting)Tik tok tik tok and a new sum are out! $612!!Now.. who would say no to $612?? How bad can 12 hours be anyway?? *I found out eventually that it is wrong in every single way*
The next day, with just a mere 4 hour sleep (I was too excited)I woke up at 4 a.m., prepared myself and reached there on dot at 7.30 a.m. =)
Strangely I wasn’t allow to clock in and they transferred me into another zone where I overheard one of them saying, ‘Yeah, I’ve brought her to replace the parking attendant’.. WTH??!!! #$%^&*() PARKING ATTENDANT??? 12 HOURS???? Are you out of your frigging mind??!!! I was literally sobbing at that time. Imagining myself under the hot sun wearing the neon jacket and cap while pointing right and left.... =(
But just as I was about to accept my bad luck, this nice lady came to my rescue and said that the Paddock Club main entranceis lack of a girl and they need one ASAP. Which is coincidently me!! Hahahahahahaha!! Goodbye car parks and ALOHA to Paddock whatever~~ (I have no idea what’s a Paddock Club at that time)
I soon realised that there is where all the celebrities and drivers passed by. That is probably the only interesting part of those 36 hours. And my job? A friendly and vocal face. “Hi Sir!, How’re you doing?, GOOD MORNING!!!, Hello” are greetings for the day while “Goodbye, Goodnight, See ya!, Have a nice evening” are for later. By the end of the 1st day, my leg is crying out in pain. 2nd day my face starts to trembles. On the last day, I seriously think that the fake smile is actually my original face not to mention serious FACE CRAMPS!!
My legs? Don’t let me start talking bout it.. You can chop off my limbs and I won’t even feel a thing!! 36 hours on concrete is crazy! Bloody painful!!
Yes, I do have breaks every 2 hours or so but you never know how hard it is until you try it out. Even worse when I’m not allowed to move from my station!! I’m supposed to stand there like a statue!! >.<
Anyway it’s totally over right now and thanks to the tormenting 36 hours, I can enjoy my trip without worrying a single bit. Plus, it is a good point in my resume and I manage to meet some new friends as well.
Dalam minggu ini, banyak perkara telah berlaku. Terence sudah datang ke Melbourne, jadi dapatlah kita bersama. Seronok juga bila ada teman laki kat sini. Boleh lah saya bermanja-manja. Hehehe. Yang selainnya ialah projek yang saya sertai contohnya Mentor, DBSS dan etc. Sebenarnya, blog kali ini ditulis dalam Bahasa Malaysia kerana saya tidak dapat menahan lagi untuk merungut. Dari Facebook, saya langsung tidak dapat melepaskan perasaan saya kerana ia melibatkan terlalu banyak kawan di sini (dan kena-lah saya menjaga reputasi saya ini). Memang terasa saya ini bertalam dua muka. = (
Terpaksalah, saya tulis dalam bahasa kebangsaan sendiri. Walaupun BM saya ni confirm gagal, tapi saya pasti Malaysians yang baca ini akan faham sedikit kan??
Walaubagaimanapun, perkara yang saya tak tertahan ialah sikap mengagung-agungkan pelajar mat salleh. Ini langsung tidak salah jika anda tidak menpunyai tanggungjawab terhadap pelajar lain. Kawan saya di Malaysia juga adalah yang memang suka dengan mat salleh. Biasalah tu kan. Tapi, kalau anda adalah seorang ketua, anda menpunyai tanggungjawab untuk melayan SEMUA orang, tidak kira warna kulitnya, dengan sikap yang sama. Dan bukannya asyik memberi perhatian kepada mereka yang lebih cerah. Kebanyakan kawan2 saya di sini, walaupun adalah Aseans, tapi sikap mereka yang berat sebelah itu amat dikesali. Langsung tak professional. Macamlah mereka malu dengan warna kulit mereka. GGRRR!!!!! Marah tahu bila saya dengar mereka asyik cakap pasal mat salleh. Apalah yang baik sangat?? Bukannya mereka tu pandai, cantik, kaya ke apa. Sama saja dengan kita. Orang juga bah.. Layanlah mereka dengan sama. Janganlah asyik cakap saja dengan mereka dan terlupa pula orang kita sendiri. Bukannya saya ni patriotik ke apa, tapi bila saya lihat mereka yang rasa mat salleh tu lebih ‘superior’ dari kita, saya rasa nak @#$%^& saja sikap tu. Chis!!!
Moga-moga mereka tak tanslate semua ini ya.. hehehe. Habislah reputasi saya yang cantik tu. LOL!
