That's my journal. which is finishing soon and i will start on a new red one of similar size! Can't wait! The 3 rows of wordings say: "Witty today, humdrum tomorrow. Better make a note", it's grey and cloth bound and by PageOne.. it's pages are deliciously yellow and i am left with three more pages to fill up before i can move on to my new red one.
below picture (black pen) is the exact pen that the often tries to steal from me. I love this pen very much and want to always, always write with it.. but when the ink runs dry i probably shall perish with it. It was only $2.50 from a certain stationary shop located at the new shopping mall J Cube, where i bought another pen which i bring to work with. It has little fat cats in different colourful patterns…
actually i have a bunch of other pens and a pencil. All of them i love.
i don't know why i am talking about my pens. probably because i am a lonely person and i need to be entertained by items like muffins, pens, nasi lemak etc..
ive just had lunch too. And i'm still thinking about food. Hmm. i wonder if i need to get medically checked for this.
Do you want me to share some work things with you?
Okay i shall talk about things customers leave behind in fitting rooms. You'd be surprised by the amount of bizarre or delightful things that are lost and found or intentionally left behind because they think a changing room is a freaking toilet or maybe just a huge garbage area.
So far, in my presence (i don't know about my colleagues, cos i'm speaking for myself) i have encountered:
– Used sanitary pads (what the fuck, really.)
– Underwear. alot of underwear, to be honest. i wish i could explain this phenomenon, or get somebody else to explain it to me..
– Fake roses..
– various assortment of tops & bottoms
Do you know that usable things you leave behind will be distributed out in manner of pirates dishing out loots and added to your shopping bags as free gifts?** Well now. isn't that interesting. So thank you for your gifts. Minus sanitary pads and stuff.
Oh and labour day yesterday was incredibly laborious. You know if it weren't for my wonderful colleagues, i would probably have left long ago… But it's because my people are so awesome. Plus i had helped set up the store before they opened, when it was still naked with wires hanging from the ceilings, dusty floors with cement, I have met many nice customers who regularly shop there and they remember my name or my face, i even enjoy the fleeting moments when i meet a customer who was so nice and foreign and whom i never saw again. And i'm staying, but i am pretty sure the end is coming.. clock is ticking.. and as days go by all i'm feeling is disdain. Disdain for the job and all that it represents and all the consumerism it feeds. Disdain because it is such a thankless job and some of us are so underappreciated.
But i had loved my job once, i hadn't always, and the story of how i ended up with it is pretty funny. i just like the nice moments, they give me a very warm comfortable feeling. It is always nice to see a familiar face, and i don't react very well to changes even though change is a good thing but i guess it is time.
I just have to gather my wits and courage about me.
Dates to note:
15th, Tuesday – Dating with Chacha & Jerry.. Going Kinect! :B
18th, Friday – TB's ORDing! ((:
** I am kidding.