She speaks. Or rather, she writes.

(different store, same job) maybe easier job =)

me n salwa.. hahahhaah.. we work at the GHETTO.(definition courtesy of manager, mr sandon).. so u get all types of ppl walking in.. when ur real lucky the ones with ties n shirts.. no suits so far tho.. but when days are ‘normal’.. u get a mixture of druggies n alcoholics n lottery freaks (or the politically correct term ~compulsive gamblers).. people wif chemical dependancy n psychiatric disorders..

well i guess it is somewat an experience for me.. never in my life wud i imagine talking to, let alone associating myself with ‘those people’.. it may sound harsh, or snobbish, but that is the reality.. i, like most ppl i know, was brought up to mix around wif wat our parents define as ‘civilised’.

1) we dont deign to reply when someone who rank (pungent foul smell emitting from him.. not necessarily BO, but because taking a bath is not a near possibility for him) talks to us..

2) we are not accustomed to have people swear AT US (not around us, mind you) when they dont get somethin they want.

3) we sure as hell dont care for yellowed teeth-torned shirt(or wats left of a shirt)-leering looking-scraggly hair-drippy nose-and filthy hands guy smiling at us.. what more when they try to hit on us..

so u see.. hypocrisy takes a whole new meaning when it comes to dealing with them. You not only have to smile with some degree of sincererity, you have to hand in change in their bloody freakin hands and then wish them a pleasant day ahead. (if you could imagine a big hard rock and a brick wall with my head in between.. good.. you’re feelin me) n owh.. their hands are not literally bloody.. and its not freaky, its actually disgusting.. hahahahahah…

aside that.. there are a few light hearted moments at work.. like when you serve a blind customer(who comes in wif his guide dog).. or when you serve ppl who have heard of malaysia.. and talk about beautiful Penang with a wistful voice.. or when you serve old people who miss their grandchildren (they talk a lot ~ them americans)

the WORK itself is not hard to master..get the hang of lottery tickets..ur gud to go..

then ciggerates n cigars.. they got more ciggerates here than in msia.. n boy, i din know smokers were picky ppl.. menthol lights 100’s in a box is different from a packet of menthol lights 100’s.. hahaha.. n who taught me that?? a customer cus i was fed up in not getting the right one..

they got more overhead the counter..

beer.. hahahah.. i never seem to remember how much they cost.. diff brand diff costs.. summore got 10 oz, 20 oz, 1L, 2L..die la wanna hafal.. i always ask the customer themselves (kan most alcoholics perr.. so they oredi know the price)..

the array of choices for beer

ps- cigars go out quick cus druggies buy them, slit it n fill it up wif wateva crap they want, then smoke it..

pps- only have videos of me working, no pics.. so cant show you no dodgy people.. il try to get some (tapi takut gak aa.. wat if they think im undercover cop or somethin?) hahahahah..