Ok, so I had a job this weekend. Fine. No big deal. Although it sucks because I have to cancel some plans last minute which I hope people would understand, especially if they know the situation I was in.
Anyway, I thought it was just easy money. Go there, do what I am told and get the money. Damn, I was wrong. When I went there for briefing the boss said he will appoint someone to be in charge when he needs to go everything would be smooth going, but when I heard he chose me I was astonished. ME?! Is he out of his mind?! Worse I thought I was just the "go to" guy. Just for there so that when people ask question I just answer. But NOOOO...the next thing I know. I am in charge of 13 volunteers. I had to give orders instead of taking them, which sucks because I just wanted to take long breaks and slack. But in an instant I was running the whole show. From organising the goodie bags to sorting out the donations. Damn, it was hard. I couldn't even take a single break because the stupid mediacorp women went to lunch, AND NEVER CAME BACK. When I figured she was not coming back, it was way too late to take a lunch break.
The experience however, was fun, and I swear it was stereotype day, because the volunteers consists of guys and girls from JC and ITE. Immediately you can tell which is from which institution. HAHA. The funny thing is when they all keep thinking I working for Mediacorp and keep asking me if I know any famous celebrities. The weirdest thing is that they kept thinking I am the same age as them until they found out my age. Some don't even know what was an LD(Laser Disc). Damn I feel old. Despite age, and just as expected the ITE student were much more faster in showing me some respect than the JC people. It was not til I had to SERIOUSLY speak to them then they realised that I was running the show.
Well...not the easy job I was hoping, but that was only one day. The next day, SLACK day!! Easy money back into my pocket(only til I spend it all again... =.=)
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