My Loneliness Is NOT Killing Me
Music: Til There Was You - Rachel Star (mixed by Erick Morillo)
1:11pm
I would be alone taking calls until clock hits 2. And this would carry over until next shift which is tomorrow.
One has just been promoted so her schedule is still vacant. One is on a rest day. One is on leave. The other met an accident that would cause her a week to heal herself.
But I am not complaining. I've experienced being the only one here more than thrice. And two hours of loneliness is not that much of a killer. I think the longest time that I had been alone at work was more than three hours. So, it's okay. I am running out of websites to browse. I am dizzy navigating this and that from our support site. I am hungry. I am sleepy. I am about to pee. Still I am okay.
I've got two rants today. Hep. Hep. Hep. Not really look. Somewhat patience-tester on the first and pity on the next if you'd like to put them that way.
Monday was an extra rest day for me due to my schedule swap (Instead of taking a day off this coming Saturday, I would be coming to work at 2pm. So, if you happen to live nearby my friend, perhaps we could have a couple of drinks at Gerry's >p ). I decided to pay our electric and water bills that day. It was Monday so I had to fall in line to settle our dues. But waiting time was bearable. As I was standing as I wait for my turn to pay on the counter, an old lady behind me tested my patience. I am so particular with personal space. I know that the area was not an "MRT coach" that day. But she kept on moving closer to me. He hand was holding an umbrella. Her hand was a bit touching my butt. And that was a bit uncomfortable. Plus, her umbrella kept on hitting my leg. So, I kept moving to avoid any contact. I even detached myself from the straight line. And I gave her a glance once in a while forshe was making me uncomfortable already. But it seemed that she didn't care. If she was my age, I might have said the F word as a signal that I was already pissed.
Another thing, this time at the MRT this morning. Usually, when it's time for me to alight the train to my destination, people inside are not as many as from the first stations. Before I step out, I usually excuse myself to signal the people blocking the door to give way. But this couple (guy much, much older than the girl) kept on caressing each other by the pole. How porno. Sweet talking and fondling while holding the pole together. This time, I let that F word out my mouth.
(Most people need basic lessons in courtesy.)
I'm sure you do notice the pile of people lining up at the employee's entrance of a certain mall when you go down the stairs of MRT. Yes, those people who usually dress nicely.
I am just wondering the "kind" of job that they would end up with in that business. You know, they require college graduates. Perhaps, out of desperation to find a job, one might bite their offer. Well, I think that most sales people in malls are over qualified for their position.
My sister was close to becoming a mall employee. She went through all the application process. But the only thing that turned her off was the job offer itself. She was given the excuse that she is new so she would have to come to work on weekends only. Huh?! 8 times a day make how much pay? There would be taxes and everything. Plus she needs vanity items required in that job. She declined. Now, she's with a bank.
I just feel sad for people who have great plans and dreams for themselves and their families but end up in "wrong" places. Some think that they're not enough to handle job A so they settle to job B. Some take one that is currently available even the kind of work and pay are not that competitive.
I haven't mentioned yet the people I usually see in the moring loitering internet cafes and fast food chains holding long, brown envelopes and looking at the job openings posted on the glass door.
Hard times. But so much dreams.
posted by Arn 
at 5:59 PM
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