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Sunday, January 11 - 12:11 AM
last day of work!
Today was...alittle better than ytd.
But, it was also more tiring than ytd.
I reached NYP around 9.43am, and none of my grp were thr at all!
So very soon, Sharinces called and told me tt my new grp members will call me.
And very soon, a girl called. As in, immediately.
She's an Indonesian. And you'll knw more abt her later.
There's this girl, who went up to me and said she was supposed to work with me.
I thought she was the indonesian girl! So I went up to get her a shirt.
But after I got her the shirt, the indonesian called and told me she's waiting for me outside the food court.
Oh, so tt girl wasn't her.
Anyways, went to find the indonesian and 2 of her friends.
Got up and got shirts for them.

Told them the simple stuffs, as in what to pack and all.
So the interesting thing is, I even have to become a deliveryman's assistant!
I'm the only guy! So everything, from the large box of bags to the small but heavy boxes of post-it pads, I'll have to take it.

Deliveryman: Hi.
Me: You want a bag?
D: Erm, no, I'm the one tt delivered everything here.
Me: Oh.

So Sharinces called me and asked how we are doing.
I said the goods were really impossible to finish clearing...so she said the deliveryman will bring some back.

Deliveryman: Okay, I don't think you can finish clearing today right. I need you to do some rough work alr.
Me: Oh okay okay sure.

So he got me to go up and down, pushing a cart, with 6-8 big boxes of bags.
3 times! Haha, it was tiring man.
So we managed to get around 12-15 boxes of goods into his van.
And he said I shld get a pay rise.
Yeah of cos' man! Tt's exactly IT!
But of cos' tt's not wht I said, I just smiled back.
Maybe I'll really get a payrise, who knows! LOL.

I must say I'm really smart.
Hahaha, as those boxes of bags were impossible to finish, I took 300 of them and distributed 50 each to the foodcourt stall vendors! They took it willingly.
Tt's a fantastic way to clear ur bags.
I'm smart, thank you. (: HAHA.

Oh hey 2 of the indonesians are really irritating.
They packed like 5-6 post-it pads into a single bag, and sometimes a bag into a bag.
Tt's not how it works! But hell, they are trying to hlp clear, I understand...
Haha, so one of them actually told me to go distribute instead.

Indonesian: Hey, you can go distribute, we pack?
Me: Huh? ( acting blur )
Indo: Cos' you pack very little into the bags.
Me: Oh, ok? ( WTH? )

Then one of the better indonesians looked at me, wondering if I'm angry.
But hey, it's alright, indonesians. I'm a forgiving person, just don't do it again.
There will nv be an AGAIN. HAHAHA!
Kay so Sharinces asked everyone to go back to NYP, Kim's really pissed with tt.
But lol, the whole grp did came back.
Me and Kim were kinda...outsiders among the grp.
They were all joking abt and we were just not joining in the laughter.
Haha, Adriano's kinda funny, but we didn't really laugh.

Went off to meet Dj, Daph and Gina with Kim after we left NYP.
So ate at DingTaiFung.
Talked! It's time to catch up.
(: Kay, bye!