The odd job labourer.

I inhaled so much exhaust yesterday, I thought I was going to die. Right there, by the road side. Somehow my 21 years of being a passive smoker seems mild. Heck, at least cigarette smoke smells better.

I woke up at 0540hrs. When I saw the time, I flew out of my bed. I got to reach my job site at
0600hrs. My dragonboat mate, Brenda, got me a job as a traffic surveyor. So basically, my job is
to count vehicles in their respective classifications - cars, light goods
vehicles, heavy goods vehicles, bikes etc.

Turned out it wasn't as simple as it seems. Easy idea, difficult
to carry out. There's no place for me to sit, and I have to try to keep myself awake.
Just as I thought the noon shift would get better after my lunch, oh no no no. The heat, the higher volume of container lorries and my noon nap habit kicking in, I was exhausted.

And the dust and dirt from the exhaust will
scare the hell out of any cleanliness freak. When I wipe my face, the tissue was BLACK.
If that's not bad enough, I had to wear a safety vest while working. You know those fluorescent yellow vest that workers wore?
My idiot of a sister called me a blangrah.
Safety vest, tanned skin - damn.
I had a few uncles coming to talk to me plus the never
ending stares I got from passerbys, drivers and even bus passengers!

I just kept chanting : "Ten bucks per hour, ten bucks per hour, ten bucks per hour....... ....."


So far for the hols, I've worked as a
tutor, a model, a traffic surveyor and I've signed up as a relief teacher.
Future employers, hire me!