Of cultured milk, yoghurts & ice cream
My temp job at the KJ hypermarket ended last Sunday, and left me a little more than an otherwise meager bank balance. Every Friday, Saturday and Sunday for the last four weeks were devoted to handing out samples, pushing sales, memorizing opening and closing stock and of course, getting to know new acquaintances.
What was I selling, I heard some of you query? After the briefing I was so damned sure I was going to be selling cultured milk food, but four weeks later I wasn’t so sure anymore. First, there were customers who, apparently aspired to be on the national debate team, insisted that Calci-yum was a yogurt and not the cultured milk food it was proclaimed on the box. OKAY, have it your way, I’m sick of winning debates anyway. Then, there were many who were misled to believe that it was ice-cream that they were sampling. Not that I blame them, it’s texture does look like yogurt or if you prefer, runny ice cream. =D
Now heres the funny part, and I don’t mean funny as in ‘hahaha’ funny, but funny as in ‘how weird’ funny, okay? For the FOUR weeks I was scooping out samples, there is a grand total of FOUR people who actually had the nerve to call me..*drum-roll please*.. AUNTY. Wtf? I know I’m approaching 20, what I didn’t know is that my laugh lines(fine lines) and mascara smudge(dark circles) would lead to this baseless name-calling. Or maybe was it the way I dressed? Over-sized navy blue T-shirt and black pants constituted an aunty image? Imagine this:
Scene 1:
Pudgy little kid came prancing about in front of sampling counter, acting cute. I could actually see his grubby little hands itching to grab the one (maybe two) of those tiny sample cups. Okay, maybe I imagined the grubby fingers part but you have to admit, it goes well with the story. =D Anyway, with his big, puppy eyes pleading, he asked: "AUNTY, BOLEH RASA TAK?" Only sheer professionalism prevented me from answering "TAK BOLEH". I even managed to smile. I was so brave. *Claps myself on the back* I thought the coast was clear but as if to add salt to the wound, plump boy returned. He lingered around the giant Calci-yum cup before sauntering to the counter to inquire: "AUNTY, INI CAM MANER MAIN PUNYA?", gesturing to the giant cup. Again, it must be said, I was so brave.
Scene 2:
I met the cutest toddler, owner of the biggest and brightest eyes I’ve ever seen. Damn, he was so cute that I couldn’t resist handing him a cup with extra helping. =D See, being cute does have it’s advantages. Anyway, my smile must have looked real cute too, because he smiled right back at me from his mother’s arms. =D Mom asked toddler: "Why’re you smiling so happily? You smiling because aunty pretty is it?" *.* """ I cannot even describe to you how ‘zha dou’ I felt. *Crouches in corner of the room, sobbing dejectedly*
Anyhow, I met lots of great people with great personalities to boot with, and the Prudential lady was really, really keen to recruit me as an agent. Needless to say. not my cup of tea, least I could do was ‘entertain’ her. =p
Uncategorized | Comments (2)And the boat sails forth..
"You missed the boat, Yee Yee, that’s it", he quietly muttered. A pang of regret grasped my heart, like many times before but this time, realization dawned on me. I thought I’d never lived to say this, never thought I’d live to regret this but I did. Foolishness often drove people to commit silly mistakes. I was a fool, WC, you saw it a long time ago, didn’t you? You won. Does it give you satisfaction? Are you gloating with glee now? No, I don’t think so. Because if you are, you wouldn’t be worth the regret. Why is it that we always, always learn to appreciate only after they are gone? Why? How many times would it be until we truly learn the magnitude of our loss? Nevertheless, these ponderings are merely products of my pensive mood, you know, the one where you have this looooooooong train of thoughts. Have I been taken to thinking too much?
Uncategorized | Comment (0)The heart rules
You know, it takes alot to bend me, break me and make me cry. However solid, firm or strong, I remain a girl. And because I am one, I am slave to my own emotions. I always wanted to feel what love is like. I don’t think I ever truly loved. I don’t think I ever deserved to be loved anyway. On your way to grab me by the shoulders and jolt me awake? Theres no need, thank you. I am fully aware of what am I uttering here, might not be in my most sane condition, but I am aware. Not many people could tolerate me, I couldn’t even comprehend myself at times. My head feels so heavy, so heavy..
Danielle
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