One thing I dread most is stepping into the adult working life. Still dreading….
It’s such a nonsense to me; sometimes.
But none can really escape from it, unless you’re one of those lucky bitches who were born in a rich family and then married to a rich husband not long after you graduated. Full time house wife / full time ‘siu lai lai’ aka ‘every-girl’s-dream’.

I always, always prefer the teenager way of working.
Part time and freelance. I can almost have all the freedom in the world.
If I’m lazy and not happy, I’ll say no to the job.
If the pay is good enough, I don’t even mind working everyday.
Entirely up to me and myself.

To come to think of it, I had quite a number of different jobs and experiences.

I walked towards Leisure Mall when I was fifteen, checked out the shops and booths one by one to see if they’re hiring any part timers.
A booth selling accessories was looking for a part timer and I walked up to try my luck.
Luck was with me and that was my first job in my life.
Selling accessories for only Rm3.50 per hour.

I did the same when I was sixteen and I got myself a part time job as a waitress in a cafe outside Leisure Mall.
Rm4.50 per hour and I was happy to have increased Rm1 after a year.

At the age of seventeen, I tried something different.
I worked around little kids in a kindergarten, taught them how to do their homework and looked after them.
Pay was low but with short working hours and most importantly I had fun working around little angels.

After high school, I worked as a sales girl with an average pay of Rm10.
Selling Maxis plans and broadband and broadband and broadband.
I just somehow get to sell broadband a lot and I actually hated it.

I finally figured I hate selling things, I hate persuading and bothering the hell out of people.
I then worked as a freelancer and I try to avoid working as a sales girl at all cost.

I worked as a flyer girl, just giving out flyers to whoever that passed by me.
I worked for Magnum teaching people how to buy the newest jackpot or in simpler words, teaching them how to gamble.
I worked for cigarette companies, selling cigarettes.
I worked for beer companies, selling beers.

(Selling ciggies and beers was different. I don’t really have to persuade them and most importantly there’s no target for me to achieve. Most of the time I just asked and walked away, lol.)

And sometimes, all I need to do is just to stand somewhat like a vase for a couple of hours and there comes the money into my pocket.
I enjoyed working as a freelancer to be frank. It is good money!
Standing behind counter asking if the smokers would like to try the cigarette I’m selling for 3 hours, I’ll get a total of Rm100.

Most of the time I miss those days or more like I miss those easy money.
I miss how my life can be so flexible yet I can earn my own money and not die of hunger.
But those days are far behind knowing that I’m no longer 20.

My first full time which you all had already know, gave me a rather shocking experience.
I did not disclose this in my blog but here I am doing it now.
I quit my job. My closest friends knew about this because I told them.
And for those who knew about this but I did not told, you’ve got some skills. (;

What’s wrong with the company, you might asked.
The company is good, from concept to office surrounding.
But my ex-boss is not. Is, because he still sucks! ):
When I first stepped into that company, there’s 7 of us working all together.
Today, there’s only 2 left.

I don’t care how he has his own principles and what not but there’s certainly one thing that he failed to do.
Which is to not neglect the employees; us.
Forget about the benefits because there’s none.
No EPF when I worked, only ten public holidays per year and what not.
For us the employees, all we ever want in return is to get our pay every month on time. The money that we work for.
And this is the thing my ex-boss failed to do.

Our pay; never on time even till this date.
Sometimes on the 10th. Or maybe 15th. You can imagine.
I worked till December last year and I haven’t got my pay until today.
Most of the time I am beyond mad because I already called and reminded him a couple of times.
To be frank it is just a freaking small amount, I don’t get why is it so hard for him to just pay my salary.

I am working in a new company now and I already got my February’s pay.
So where’s my December’s pay Mr. Ex-boss!?
Talking about efficiency.

Sigh, I just wanna rant because I am mad at this fact that my pay is nowhere to be seen.
I’m about to go right up to his office and ask him wtf is his problem!

All in all, working most of the time is a pain in the ass.