Saturday, January 06, 2007

Looking Back To 2006 - Hobby Point

Suntec City's Hobby Point. My First Job In The Year 2006. But It's Definitely Not My First Job In My Life. I Didn't Really Find This Job. Firstly I've Worked In This Place In The Year 2005 Before. But After That Because I'm Too Lazy So I Resigned From The Job And I Decided To Slack And Slack At Home AGAIN.

But Due To Constant Nagging By My Mom, My Sister And My Relatives. I've Decided To Find A Job Again. I Never Intend To Work At This Place But My Fren Saw Me Slacking Away And Wasting My Mom's Money. He Decided To Do Something Like Asking Them To Take Back For The Job.

And So I Came Back To This Place. Suntec City Was A Good Place. Lots Of Gers To Look At. The Supervisior That Was Assigned To Look After Me Was A Very Nice Guy. He's A Singapore Permanent Resident Who Came From Taiwan. His English Isn't Really Very Good But There No Doubting His Chinese Standards.

He's Definitely My Mentor During The Time I'm Working There. He's Really Very Capable In Fixing Gundam Model Kits. Trust Me. If You Get To Look At His Jobs, They Are Damm Good. He Knows Alot About Model Kits, Especially Gundam Model Kits. He Simply Loves Them. Why Did I Say He Was My Mentor ? Coz When I Started Work There, I Knew Nothing. Really Is Nothing. Last Time When I Fix Model Kits, I Dun Paint Them, I Dun Sand Them. I Simply Just Fix Them Up And Throw Them At One Corner.

He Was The One Who Taught Me About The Plastic Sandpapers. What Are The Uses Of Sandpaper And How To Use Them. He Also Taught Me The Usage Of Undercoat And Topcoats. Not To Forget The Using Of The Paints And Airbrushes. He Always Know Which Colour To Use For The Gundam Parts. How Much To Mix The Colours. If I Didn't Know Him, I'm Still A Noob In All These Model Fixing.

There Are Other Staffs Like Leong And Dave. Dave Is The Same Age As Me And Leong Is Like 2 Years Younger Den Me. I Also Have Alot Of Cock To Talk With Dave. We Kinda Have Alot Of Common Topic, Especially Girls. We Look At The Same Type Of Girls And Everytime We Can Discuss About Them For The Whole Day. Somemore We Watch Soccer. I Think Soccer Is The Best Topic Between Guys. We Can Talk Nonstop When It Comes To Soccer.

Leong Is A Nice Guy Also. But The Common Topic Between He And Me Isn't That Much. He Is More Of Those Lone Ranger Guy. Nothing Much To Talk About. He Talks To People But Not Very Much. He Prefers To Take Out A Book And Read Or Play His PSP. But He's A Nice Guy, Only That Abit Eccentric Lah.

Now To The Bosses. Seriously I Dun Like The Bosses. This Is The Main Reason Why I Quit My Job. The Male Boss Is Still Ok, Only That He's Always Suspicious Of The Staffs. He Likes To Ask Me This Question And After That Ask The Other Staff The Same Question But He Will Ask Us To Keep Mum About It. He Likes To Play Mind Games Between The Staffs. He Always Tries To Like Do Something And Dun Wanna Let People Know, But In The End We Surely Will Go Ask Each Other One Mah. Funny Thinking Of Him.

The Lady Boss. I Have The Most Comments On The Lady Boss. She's The Most Bossiest Boss I've Ever Met. She Orders People To Do Work While She Sits There And Do Nothing. She Always Shows People her Ultimate Black And Bossy Face. She Likes To Fold Her Arms. See Already Also Sian. She Everytime Says If We Have Any Comments, Feel Free To Say. But What We Say She Doesn't Listen, So What For We Tell Her Our Comments. Got One Time I'm Damm Pissed Off. I Was Reading The Newspaper Because There's No Customers In The Shop. Den She'll Suddenly Call Me And Ask Me To Stop Reading The Newspaper. I Was Thinking How Come She Know I'm Reading The Newspaper. After That I Found Out That The CCTV They Installed Can See What We're Doing. WHAT THE FUCK RITE ! Means She Everytime Zo Bo Lan Den Use The CCTV To See What The Damm Fuck We're Doing.

Even Though I've Only Stayed There For Like 3 Months But The Place Is Not Bad Except For The Bosses. Now I Still Keep In Contact With My Supervisior And The Other 2 Staffs. Not The Bosses.

End Of This Post. I'll Be Back With Another New Post Soon. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

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