After the nice short and sweet month of February, life went on as usual. Life was a routine. I woke up everyday at 9.00am, reach my work place at 10.45am on week days, 10.30 on weekends. Clean-up, arranged jewelleries, waited for lunch time, served customers occasionally, waited for dinner time, get exhausted, and finally, it'll be time to go home. My off-day will be the most anticipated day of the week. Where I can have a little me-time, resting and relaxing. I hardly have time of my own. No time to exercise, not much time to catch up with friends via the Internet like I always do, no time to go to church and most importantly, not enough time to sleep. But good enough for me, many of my friends will drop by when they pass-by the little jewellery shop and made time pass a Little bit faster.
Slowly, the long hours of working hour has taken it's toil on me. Not only physically but emotionally as well. Physically, I began to get tired easily, losing concentration, and feeling my muscles becoming more and more flaccid. And the improper diet I had everyday made me felt malnourished. Emotionally, the bickering's among colleagues over commissions, inter-personally conflicts and poor working attitude of certain colleagues were driving me up the wall. The pressure our boss put on us due to back-slacking business had also pissed me off. Through the month, situation worsen. I'm tired, really tired. I don't know how long I can still hang on. I began to think, is it worth for me to go on like this over the basic salary of RM800?
However, there's still something worth-while on top of all the unpleasant issues. I made a few good friends and eventually grown to be closer with them. Seeing my customers satisfied with my service was another thing that kept me going. Even though it was tiring and boring staying in a small shop with heat-emitting spot lights which made us feel dizzy, we still had some happy moments together, joking and have some heart to heart talk. So, I decided to stay a little longer.
Slowly, the long hours of working hour has taken it's toil on me. Not only physically but emotionally as well. Physically, I began to get tired easily, losing concentration, and feeling my muscles becoming more and more flaccid. And the improper diet I had everyday made me felt malnourished. Emotionally, the bickering's among colleagues over commissions, inter-personally conflicts and poor working attitude of certain colleagues were driving me up the wall. The pressure our boss put on us due to back-slacking business had also pissed me off. Through the month, situation worsen. I'm tired, really tired. I don't know how long I can still hang on. I began to think, is it worth for me to go on like this over the basic salary of RM800?
However, there's still something worth-while on top of all the unpleasant issues. I made a few good friends and eventually grown to be closer with them. Seeing my customers satisfied with my service was another thing that kept me going. Even though it was tiring and boring staying in a small shop with heat-emitting spot lights which made us feel dizzy, we still had some happy moments together, joking and have some heart to heart talk. So, I decided to stay a little longer.
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