Death of the Flyer Distributor

Thanks to my brilliant 60wpm typing ability, one of the 10 agencies did call me to work. "As a promoter in a roadshow. You would be promoting for Post Office," Miss Evelyn told me. What on earth would Post Office want to promote? I seriously had no idea at that moment of agreement. "You would be working on both Saturdays, 1pm to 6pm. Wage is at $5.80 per hour. You would be rewarded with an additional $0.50 per hour for good performance," Evelyn continued. "Well done," I thought, "I shall work myself to HELL to pinch this miserly good performance bonus from your pockets!"

Upon reaching, I was hit with the critical-est of critical-est low-blows. "You would be giving out flyers." Oh man, flyers distribution happens to be one of my most hated jobs. You see people's fed-up faces. You make yourself into an out-an-out asshole cum pest. Damn, but hey, I'm here already, so what's my problem? Work are never satisfying!! "You would be in this mascot as well." I looked in the direction where the woman was pointing. It was a dustbin lookalike which resembled a mail box as I approached it suspiously. Appearing at Causeway Point in this hideous mascot was the last thing I need in my life. The shame that came with the headless mascot only made me more determined to screw these people on my blog upon ending the damned day.

Scenario: Congrats. You have just become the joke of the day. You got kids poking their fingers on your squarish body. Adults asking (teasingly) if they could send their letters through you. Malays laughing their heads off as if they had never seen a walking mailbox. You are now the talk of the town, walking joke of this part of the world!!! Your mind is now filled with nabeis. NABEI!!!

They say every cloud has a silver lining. This is certainly true. At the very least, I got to work with a young interesting gal who pitied my state and kept my agony to a minimum with her interesting lamenting. She would complain about anything but you could see that she was trying to make life interesting for both of us. Sure enough, time passed by faster as I started to take things into my stride. Hong Fei's the name. "Err, Hong Fei for a girl's name?" Exactly.

Well, I have got another 7 days before I become Mr. Walking Joke-cum-Mailbox again. At a place which I wouldn't want to reveal at the moment. Meanwhile I shall put my shame to rest. Haha.

Ps: The TagBoard!! Curse as you wish, for I have removed the obscenity filter!!