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Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Working to me is like selling your life and trading it with money.

That’s what I really felt after my first day of work, after enduring hours of extreme boredom and sian-ness, without any form of entertainment other than the newspaper, which if I read them, will be damn obvious that I have been slacking…

Luckily toward the end of the day, my computer was finally connected to the internet, and there’s finally some entertainment. I have thinking why do they want to hire someone when there is really nothing to do, and man I was wrong…….

The second day is marked by endless works, and my colleagues even had to come up with a schedule regarding how they can “share” me, and in the end decided to use the lunch break as a divider… There were endless works, and I had to multi-task myself as data entry, odd jobs labour, customer service officer and call agent.

Hiaz…. Hope my day 3 will be better…….
Listen @ 7:44 PM