i could have blogged a few days ago. ( 4 of them, to be exact.)

coulda wuulda shuulda. but i was just too tired.

your author here was a guest registration officer ( read: pretty counter boy) for Globaltronics 2007, some hyped up electronic convention that has all the movers and shakers of international engineering and media companies come along and walk around in their shiny leather suits and trailing glittery scarves and ooh and ahh about the latest in electronical technology while having their fair share of free pouches available.

privately though, i have a sneaky suspicion they are only really here for the pouches. but oh well.

i thought it was easy work. not

the first day i arrived home from work, i was so tired, i slept at 8pm. as in 8PM.

even the cows sleep later than me. thats how bad it was.

it was straight standing, rigid plastic smile and repeated "thank yous, goodbyes" for 9 hours straight in front of fat cheapskate obnoxious customers. and oh god being the newbies that we were, me , qian ru and her pal were given the hairy eyeball by those "seniors" who had worked for the company before us and therefore earning their rights to scoff, ignore, take an hour and a half to eat lunch, and dump half their pile of data entries in front of our faces with an icy "do it.or else." cum evil smirk.

and we couldnt squeak a no. we just had to zip it and cop on, at the same time destroying the linings in our stomachs and giving our ulcers a shot in the arm.

we were like slaves really. albeit being suit wearing, leather shoe-ed ones.

but it wasnt all bad.

our boss was a nice smiley friendly man who goes by the name of terrance and insist that we dun call him Mr. but go by first name terms instead, which was all very well despite the initial shock of the email we received pre-work with a large close up of his pic that had me screaming. not all the customers were cheapskate fools with a penchance for free black pouches and i even managed to flaunt off my jap language skills today when an obasan mistook me for a japanese.

that was a pride moment, being mistakened for a jap. i positively glowed.

my mom hadnt wasted 11 hours in labour for me after all.

anyway thing is work is truely over and i have got my MOOOLAHS!. so anyone up for a lil bit of retail therapy?