Stifled...

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

My Job...

My job, in reality, sucks. I have to put up with people's shit and still talk to them respectfully. Yes, it will make me a better person, and I will be able to appreciate other people's help, but sometimes things can drive me mad.

I told my colleagues that I realised Singaporeans are mostly idiots. Yes, unreasonable idiots. Just listen to the things they do and say and you'll know why. Also, this job will not make you racist, at least not for my case. Why? Because I've come to hate all races, anyone that yells at me despite me talking to them patiently and politely. Stay on this job long enough and I'll start hating every Singaporean.

I'm rather wary when I'm on the streets, because anyone around me could be someone that called in and talked to me before. Anyone could be that bastard that cursed my parents over the phone. Then on the other hand, anyone could be the person who was very grateful that I helped him or her with her phone issues.

To conclude, I think my job pays rather well, but I'm just not suited for this job, not for long.

End...

Hanged @ 10:40 PM