Temporary Employment

I had been feeling bore and unproductive during my vacation from studies. I am so use to my routine in college that I was unable to feel alive away from my usual routine- Da kei, study, and socializing with friends and mourning . If there was something for me to do I guess things would be better. Anything; family trip, work( I couldn’t find any job as it already middle of the month after my sem) or anything to distract me. I guess this is what made us human. Humans are after all habitual being, they are only comfortable in doing routine stuff. I guess I was over adaptive

Then out of the sky, Ny mother requests my natural, born-with leadership skill in her shop as a supervisor. It’s is laundry shop that packed with clients all the time and require great accounting skill ( which I posses) and leadership skill to increase productivity. So I said why not since I wasn’t doing anything I could learn something from it as well. it been a while since I assist my mother in her shop.

No matter how many times I work there, I always felt like the first time I work there-amuse and cautious. The customers which came by to have their laundry wash are quite amusing. Some of them was demanding their laundry in child like manner striking the counter childishly and yelling like a child. I was amuse and scare at the same time. Feeling fear that he bringing trouble and amuse by his comical behavior as well. Of course the fact the workers explain to me that he not angry or anything just the way he is help too.

But some are don right rude. Some just give you the weird stare and talk like you are some second class citizen. But I guess that just normal as well given the fact that I seldom being there.

The most troublesome is I have to guard the cash box and record book. It a troublesome job as I had to look out for any fast swindling that the workers might pull. I had to record every transactions being done a trouble job indeed considering many customer come in and out and only one me in the counter .

However at the ends of day, I learn quite a lot. I learn not to judge at first value. People who seem bad can be good and vice versa and learn that working in any way is hard. After observe how hard my mother and workers works  it teach me that Money doesn’t grow on tree, it come by every sweat and blood.  Saving every penny for their family when their own needs are ignore sure teach me the value of money Guess I should less da kei