Thursday, March 22, 2012
Work day in a poem
My day starts at seven thirty
I wake up smelling weird, unwashed and dirty
Wash up, have a good stretch, emerge feeling brand new
I pack my bag and wear my shoe
So my interesting journey starts for the day
My grand aim is to earn my pay
Oh my gosh, I still have to work till MAY!
Everyday I board the rush hour train
which, frankly, is so crowded that its a pain, especially when there's rain.
I switch at Serangoon and get off at Bishan station
just like many people in this nation.
Dodging crowds fast and slick
I reach the ground floor rather quick.
Security guard scans my identity card
He gives me a sticker as we part.
I take the lift to the second floor
Just in time, I entered the door.
8 hours a day, starting at 9
With 1 hour from noon for me to dine.
My work is repetitive, monotonous and dull
I never got the chance to say: WOW!
(Maybe when i first tried it back in December
but certainly not now from what I remember.)
I do paper sorting, of all kinds of documents
I help in sorting through proof of many payments
I help the company receive and payout commissions
This is one of my multitude of missions.
People call to inquire about real estate, commissions and CPD courses
and many others relating to market forces
I answer them, in much detail but with. many. pauses.
Sometimes people call to vent their frustration
I think they just want someone's attention.
About incorrect amounts or late transaction
I could only lubricate them with honeyed words and reduce their friction.
Sometimes it becomes worse, they have exaggerated reactions
I sit back and grin as they scold all my relations.
(But this happens very rarely)
(no i'm not angry with them, i'm sensible enough.)
Reception is one role I take when a staff is not around
or maybe when she is out dining and cannot be found.
I often stay in the meeting room alone, doing my task
I work with others too, "Do you need any help?" I often ask.
Property agents speak in their lingo
common words include: projects, landlord, bungalow and condo.
I also do data entry for both projects and resale
The amount of money involved is as large as a whale.
Projects have names like Vacanza@East, Auralis or Wis
They really look like places people can retire in bliss.
I write cheques for people who earn their pay
I often organise and check them before Wednesday. (which is payout day)
Sometimes I take a break for the loo,
but ultimately I finish what I have to do.
through the monotony and tediousness
This is not work for carelessness.
A zero missing could mean trouble
make two cheques wrong and it will double.
But above all, I enjoy my day.
Because it's never about the pay. (despite saying so at the start)
Its about the experience and company,
my colleagues treat me like family.
I remembered each and every of their name
every joke they played on me was lame
although office politics was a really serious game
I wished I had a family portrait of them in a photo frame.
This job, I must say, is not as menial as I have much rest.
The previous ones, compared to this, were quite a test.
The day ends with me taking a train back
This is the only time I can afford to be slack.
I look forward to my last month working here.
signing off.
Call Of The Wild at 7:00 PM