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Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Captain's Log
I was at the post office yesterday. It was a hot day. I went in to the air conditioned post office and take a number. Two choices: One strictly for paying bills and the other for anything other. I'm recovering a letter that was bounced since there was no receiver to sign for it. Number two it is.
"2151," read the little piece of paper along with the usual crap printed on it such as date, time, and branch office.
"Why am I telling you this?" I don't know.
I sit and wait about 15 minutes till my number rings, or the machine that calls my number rings, if it really matters to you.
I'm up; I go to the first counter. I wait for a minute or two as the guy is orienting himself. I thought, "What the hell is he doing taking so long just to acknowledge me?"
There was another person at the counter. I tell the man behind the counter my number when he asks, "Nombor apa ye yang tiket tu?" After that he tells me I'm at the wrong counter, but by that time the number has passed and I don't know which counter 2151 was meant to be at.
I wait at the next counter, but of course I wander around wondering what to do at first. So, I'm behind this person at the next counter and when it comes time, I hand him my red collection slip and she/he tells me it's the next counter that handles this.
I was reduced to such an imbecile at that moment; counter to counter with no idea what I'm doing as 20 ore more people are waiting, and if you're waiting, you're bound to notice me wandering around from one corner to the other.
So, I go to the last counter, which says it's only for package/parcel delivery (and not collection). I have to wait again as someone was there "first."
I am finally next and this man is behind me. He has the same errand to run as I do. We hand the postal lady our slips and she goes get the letters one by one. This somehow irritates the man because he was saying to me in a suggestive we-are-on-the-same-boat-tone that it/she is stupid because she could have done both of our tasks at once. I keep silent and pay him a look--no hostility, of course.
So, I'm done. I say "see you" to the elderly man, and I leave. You know what I went there for? A piece of paper, which reads that this person does not have an adverse record with the government of Malaysia. Three lines at most! A receipt is also included.
After all that heat, I went to pass some things to Michelle, a friend of my mother's, whose office is at SS3. I miss the turning in some miraculous manner, as though that was my intention or some sort, and ended up taking the longer route; of which I had to make up as I go along. Rubbish!
Michelle runs a domestic worker (maid) agency, and when I was there, there was a sort of interview undergoing. Two maids were being standing at arms length, side to side, facing a Chinese lady. I wonder what the hell that's all about.
I go into the boss' office and have a chat. I feel so in-good-company (hehe). She tells me how working here "sucks," and how she's already feeling homesick towards Auckland. It must have been the heat and traffic getting to her.
After declining lunch with her, I went off for my own lunch with some others, then I played snooker at 1Utama till it was time to leave in the evening.
Four--or so--hours later, I'm out with Li San having dinner/supper. I had a large lunch after this waiter messed up my order. During dinner/supper, another waiter messed up my order and brought servings for two. Thank you Li San for helping me finish it.
I'm home now. This is my day. I don't do much work besides run errands and hang about, and I only run errands once in a while. So, there you have it: Diary of unemployment; Captain's log, Stardate 03/10/2005. Try to have a nice day (to all readers).
"2151," read the little piece of paper along with the usual crap printed on it such as date, time, and branch office.
"Why am I telling you this?" I don't know.
I sit and wait about 15 minutes till my number rings, or the machine that calls my number rings, if it really matters to you.
I'm up; I go to the first counter. I wait for a minute or two as the guy is orienting himself. I thought, "What the hell is he doing taking so long just to acknowledge me?"
There was another person at the counter. I tell the man behind the counter my number when he asks, "Nombor apa ye yang tiket tu?" After that he tells me I'm at the wrong counter, but by that time the number has passed and I don't know which counter 2151 was meant to be at.
I wait at the next counter, but of course I wander around wondering what to do at first. So, I'm behind this person at the next counter and when it comes time, I hand him my red collection slip and she/he tells me it's the next counter that handles this.
I was reduced to such an imbecile at that moment; counter to counter with no idea what I'm doing as 20 ore more people are waiting, and if you're waiting, you're bound to notice me wandering around from one corner to the other.
So, I go to the last counter, which says it's only for package/parcel delivery (and not collection). I have to wait again as someone was there "first."
I am finally next and this man is behind me. He has the same errand to run as I do. We hand the postal lady our slips and she goes get the letters one by one. This somehow irritates the man because he was saying to me in a suggestive we-are-on-the-same-boat-tone that it/she is stupid because she could have done both of our tasks at once. I keep silent and pay him a look--no hostility, of course.
So, I'm done. I say "see you" to the elderly man, and I leave. You know what I went there for? A piece of paper, which reads that this person does not have an adverse record with the government of Malaysia. Three lines at most! A receipt is also included.
After all that heat, I went to pass some things to Michelle, a friend of my mother's, whose office is at SS3. I miss the turning in some miraculous manner, as though that was my intention or some sort, and ended up taking the longer route; of which I had to make up as I go along. Rubbish!
Michelle runs a domestic worker (maid) agency, and when I was there, there was a sort of interview undergoing. Two maids were being standing at arms length, side to side, facing a Chinese lady. I wonder what the hell that's all about.
I go into the boss' office and have a chat. I feel so in-good-company (hehe). She tells me how working here "sucks," and how she's already feeling homesick towards Auckland. It must have been the heat and traffic getting to her.
After declining lunch with her, I went off for my own lunch with some others, then I played snooker at 1Utama till it was time to leave in the evening.
Four--or so--hours later, I'm out with Li San having dinner/supper. I had a large lunch after this waiter messed up my order. During dinner/supper, another waiter messed up my order and brought servings for two. Thank you Li San for helping me finish it.
I'm home now. This is my day. I don't do much work besides run errands and hang about, and I only run errands once in a while. So, there you have it: Diary of unemployment; Captain's log, Stardate 03/10/2005. Try to have a nice day (to all readers).
Published by: YSCHAN # 10/04/2005 04:00:00 am 