Due to the addictiveness of Red Alert II, i found my handphone screen staring grogily at me this friday morning. The time was 7am. I was awoken up by the handphone alarm after barely three hours of sleep. I had an important decision to make. The decision was important because it will adversely affect how i spend what is left of the majority of the school holidays. Thinking of ware houses reminds me of PSC. *sigh*
I could, for one: idle time with friends outside in the afternoon till i return late at night, after which i would spend the time reading books, surfing, eating, chatting, and occasionally practicing the guitar when the mood hits. The chain of activities would hold up until first light when my 100/100 vision will begin to blur to 1000/1000. Soon i will find myself in dreamland, dreaming of pretty girls and delicious bread. This vicious cycle would continue until the day school reopens, which is when i would painfully and cruelly bring myself back to "reality" time zone.
The second alternative: Sweating it out in the warehouse everyday for nine hours(lunch hr included) and earning a few hundred bucks in the process, in the end finding the money gone in probably a week, and usually i wouldn't remember how i spent it.
At the thought of warehouses, i started to imagine milk powder tins... then cows... udders... *thud*
Blink. Blink again. I must have sprained my neck when my head fell onto the fluffy pillow, when i fell into dreamland. Because i felt a sharp muscle ache on the back of my neck when i tried stretching it to look at the time on the handphone screen held loosely in my hand.
"11:45"
What the hell. Oh well. Choice number two i guess. I slumped back into slumber.
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The bespectacled and boyish looking Yellow Head was scruitinizing the contract carefully. First page... Second page... With brows frowned, his eyes stopped at a clause highlighted in bold.
Should you wish to leave or resign, you are required to give -ABC pte ltd- 1 week's notice or pay -ABC Pte ltd- one week's remuneration.
He looked at her. The female officer sitting opposite him just raised both her arms and shrugged. You could almost see the mocking look in her eyes. With a sigh, Yellow Head took out his cheque book and signed. "two hundred and eighty-six dollars only". With a tear in his eye, Yellow Head handed over the cheque to the female officer who upon receiving the cheque, beamed a wide smile and marched out of the room triumphantly.
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I woke up with a jolt. I looked at the time on my handphone, which is still in my hand.
"15:00"
I stepped out of bed and fumbled around the paper-cluttered desk for my working contract. Ah, there it is! Tearing the envelope hastily, i turned the contract to page three and began to read. My sleepy eyes began to widen, as they began to focus onto two sentences somewhere in the middle of the page. Typewritten in bold fonts it wrote:
Should you wish to leave or resign, you are required to give -ABC pte ltd- 1 week's notice or pay -ABC Pte ltd- one week's remuneration.
Oh No.
