F1 Day Three: Ingnachio

Started the day as usual at 5:15am; dad fetched the whole lot of us - minus Suet - to Pyramid at 6am. Bus arrived late at 6:45am and off we went to our bloody workplace.

It’s not the same ol’ breezy morning like yesterday, and today’s Sunday Morning isn’t as jazzy and lazy as I hoped it would be. The circuit starts to heat up and although we can still stand and walk around looking for potential buyers, by 11am it was hellish.

The gates we have to go through in order to enter the “Mall” area..which is where Heng’s food and KL’s drink got confiscated here..and to their chagrin, thrown away hours later.

We braved the mad heat like crazy till at 12pm Heng and I decided it was too much to handle and we went for our lunch break at the secret area behind some building..beneath some horrid palm trees.

When we returned, Mr Ingnachio of Barcelona, Spain (whom we called Nacho, as introduced 2 days ago) happen to be there at our Kiosk 6 at the baddest possible times, as is his marvellous gift.

The evil boss in question, Ingnachio aka Nacho.

He dumped 15 books to both of us and expect us to carry all the way down the Mall area to sell (at both sides), and sell at the stands as well.

Nacho faggy here must be either immune to the sunlight, brainless, evil, or all of the above. We used to carry about 4-5 books around when we go for our rounds in search of customers. And fifteen books is a fucking huge load to lug around when you are dehydrated, and exposed to the sun’s merciless rays.

But oh look! A tear in his pants! is delirious

I SMSed Jon with the message, “SMS me when the faggot is gone” as I still saw his motorbike from far. Later, when I met KL on the way, we rested beside the food stands as the motorbike in question whizzed by us. And which is when Jon’s SMS arrived and the both of us went back to our kiosk to dump the fucking books there and take several books.

I then went into the stands to sell, and there was this AngMo who wanted to buy 4 books off me but I only had three at that moment. I went back outside to restock and when I returned, fucking gate guards decided to make life more difficult and refused entry. I tried three different gates and got the same fucking response. We were supposed to go inside the bloody stands to sell while enduring loud horrible shrieks from the nearby F1 cars, and these Malay guards with the brains of a beca are not helping at all. We have the right pass, the right wristband. So, rot in hell fellas.

So throughout the entire day, we endured:

- heat
- about 40 degrees Celcius, as announced throughout the circuit
- Ingnachio’s idiocy
- loud, eardrum-splitting noises from the F1 cars, which after a while we got used to it
- burning skin
- the entire day itself
- extreme dehydration
- 10 minutes of air performance which was pretty loud, slightly less louder than the F1 cars (didn’t have the mood to watch it)

Was so bloody tired and dehydrated that I’d give it up there and then but I comforted myself as it was the last day, after all. We finally bought the Pepsi can drinks priced at an outrageous RM4 as we really can’t stand the dehydration.

Although the race ends at 5pm, we can ‘close shop’ at 4pm and had to try to sell some books underneath some sheds before we go to the car park at 5pm – to close the accounts and get our pay.

A really chun girl at some booth outside the gates.

For our burns, dehydration, mental and physical torture, Ingnachio petted KL and Heng on their backs and said, “You’ve been working hard.” (according to said names) And for our burns, dehydration, mental and physical torture, Nacho has earned the following names:

- sor hai
- faggot
- bastard
- fucker
- idiot
- stupid

:)

Some of the kiosk members get RM400 (ours, obviously, was included), while others got only RM390. So we got about RM10 extra for all the torture we went through, but better than nothing I suppose..considering the rest prolly didn’t suffer as much as we did ~__~ All of us were allowed to take home the very F1 Official Programme Book which we were trying hard to sell before (worth an outrageous RM40 each).

But the funny thing is, when we counted the money before we give it back to the bosses, we had RM20 extra (gods must have pitied us and dumped RM20 on us) so we spent it on more Pepsi drinks (which is what the kind gods/deities/evil weather must have wanted us to do).

Nicolas (from Belgium) here, giving out our pay in their car.

The only time we’re in all smiles – RM400

Another look at Nacho’s torn pants.


Our three bosses sitting on a single motorcycle..uh.

Bus only arrives at 6.50pm. Ugh. The human and vehicle traffic were intense. Reached home at about 8pm, via Metrobus from Pyramid. And yes, fellow peers, Subang was raining before, and like I said in my previous entry, the bomoh did something to the Sepang weather to keep it nauseously hot. But there was some haze at Sepang summoned probably by some Indons at about 3pm.

Among the outrageous or common questions we get while working are:

5) Where is the toilet/bathroom?
4) Where is [insert stand’s name here]?
3) Where can we buy ear plugs?
2) “Free?” (referring to the books we were selling)

AND THE WINNER

1) Where can I buy cigarattes? (KL and I pointed to the nearby Marlboro booth)

Group photo of us..colleagues.

The old man I helped yesterday.

And when I read StarMag today (2nd last page), it appears that this short story that was forwarded by someone via e-mail, which I submitted to TheStar three years ago got published today O_O It has been..three..years…and I’ve forgotten that I had ever submitted anything >_<