In: Work
31 Jan 2007 4:35 pmI don’t know what came into me, but mum came to my in the morning about a part-time job from one of my junior’s parents, Jia Yee (or something like that), and I agreed to it, thinking that it’d be an alright job to undertake. They were apparently in need of people, so I invited Andy along who readily agreed. My brother and his friend Afif went too.
Earlier the job was from 7.30pm-11pm, the rest doing the most mundane routine of plucking out staplers from hundreds of invoices and sorting them out, while Andy pushed me to what seemed like an easier job of scanning the invoices, and verifying the invoices by doing a task that seemed like data entry.
Now I’m working at this drug company whose name starts with D and I couldn’t remember. The office was a shabby cubicle, strewn with tiny littered strips of paper, and with all sorts of furniture and racks packed in the sardine tin of a room, there was barely enough space to move around.
While I was waiting for the OCR thingy in progress, I had time to jot down these on Roxel:
Dear god. I’m sitting on a typical ergonomic office chair doing a completely boring routine of scanning and verifying documents by the thousands.
The word ‘thousands’ isn’t mere exaggeration because they apparently have a backlog of 50,000+ invoices to clear. :)
Our pay is RM5 an hour by the way, and since I’ll be driving there tomorrow onwards, they will even pay me petrol money of RM150. On public holiday like tomorrow, our pay doubles to RM10 an hour.
It isn’t shabby, really, until you take into consideration that the entire job is horribly mundane, that if I work there any longer I’ll throw myself off the nearest roof available.
Compared to my last stint at a slave-driving Chinese kopitiam, this is the dullest job ever. Even working at Old Town Kopitiam is moderately interesting, because I get to meet interesting customers who can be a real bitch or a real darling, plus I have something to bitch about incessantly about the management in return.
In OTHER NEWS, I watched 5 episodes of Heroes non-stop earlier from morning till afternoon. That’s what one is capable of doing when one is bored and alone. :)

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4 Thoughts to Dullest job ever
emily
February 1st, 2007 at 4:54 pm
Mr. Victor? Hoho, you judge yourself. x)
Mr. James another classic. Again, you have to go through it to judge xD
Anyways, i just read the slave-driving chinese kopitiam omg so funny =X damn charm ar. but you actually survived o.O amazing.
clem
February 2nd, 2007 at 5:30 pm
yeah guess I’ll have to go through all of ‘em first to know eh? :p
haha I’m re-reading it again and am reliving the horrors. It does sound funny now, but back then.. god it was hell. Seerrriouslyy. If you ever drop by at Old Town Taipan, please be patient/kind/generous to the poor overworked waiters. :)
I lived to tell this tale!
jessieloi
February 3rd, 2007 at 12:39 pm
Reminds me about the time when i filled in for an accounts clerk position at my mum’s office. Super boring. So, I understand how that feels.
And at least you have your phone and friends with you.
clem
February 4th, 2007 at 7:02 am
Hoho but then again even if I still have friends, we can’t talk to one another ‘cause.. we have to concentrate on the task at hand plus there’s another Myanmar worker who seems to be like supervising us. -___-
Anyway bah I’m quitting this job and seek to do things I actually want to do but don’t have time. :) More on my upcoming blog entry!