ok. few days nv blog liao. well. i am not distributing catalogues anymore. there are 3 reasons to why i decided to quit. first, practically all the offices in the east side of singapore were cleared by us already and we were running out of places to distribute. lesser place means lesser catalogues given out. lesser catalogues given out means lesser pay. i worked for 8 days and earned $440. i work 5 hours a day. one day i earn $55. one hour i earn $11. nice right the pay? but it comes with an exchange. the back and leg pain i suffer everyday. but its all worth it. now i can return my bro the $150 i owed him.

second reason is due to the fact that more and more ppl are working for my company to distribute the catalogues. at first there was only 5 of us plus a malay lady who was already a seasoned worker there. but these few days came another 5 applicants, 2 indians and 3 chinese. so this contributes more competition to the already low number of offices left available. somemore the probability of being able to walk pass the security guards without being stopped is 1/10 whereas the probability of clearing an offices building with a 100% success rate is 9/23. the overall probability to distribute catalogues to all the tenants in an office building is 1/10 x 9/23 which is 9/230. lol. these statistics were provided by jun jie and justin. lol.

third reason was, its time to move on. move on as in find another job to gain the experience and look at the world from another perspective. by distributing catalogues, i saw how ppl working in offices are like. now, i wanna distribute fliers, to see how the citizens of singapore is like. hahahahahaha. anyway, after distributing catalogues, i start to hate ppl working as receptionists and security guards. anyway, for security guards. i understand. they wanted to ensure the safety of the building. as for receptionists. some of them just pissed me off.

i will explain why here with an extract of my conversation with one of those receptionists. here's the scenario, i was distributing catalogues in this particular building and was down to my last catalogue. i was already damn tired as i had been walking non stop for the whole day already. finally, i found this office and press the door bell.

receptionist: "hello may i help you?"
me: "erm , sorry. i am distributing a free catalogue."
receptionist: "oh, what kind of catalogue?"
me: "it's about hampers and gifts."
receptionist: "what company are u from?"
me: "i am from hazel florist and gifts."
receptionist: "oh ok. where is your company?"
me: "it's at lhk3 building in new industrial road near paya lebar."
receptionist: "you can slip the catalogue through the hole beneath the door."
me: "but i need your company stamp for verification."
receptionist: "then i don't want it anymore."

at that time, i was so pissed. ask so much but ended up not wanting the catalogue. so this is what i did. i started the mp3 in my phone. set to max volume. and press the doorbell again.

receptionist: "may i help you?"

i placed the loudspeaker of my handphone at the aiphone and let the receptionist enjoyed 'dammit' sang by blink 182. then i ran way. lol.

so yah. ended my job. wanna thanks uncle bing hwa and uncle jeffrey for sending us to our location everyday.

next up, ppl its time again. its time for jeremy's poon jiao wei show! today's topic will be about the most hated ppl by teenagers working during holidays. lol. for this show, i took my source from me myself. ky, who is currently working as a waiter at tong le. and jun jie, my bro who worked with me to distribute catalogues.

according to these sources, ppl distributing catalogues hates receptionists the most and ppl working as waiters like ky hates his fellow waiters.

firstly, i will talked about receptionists. those receptionists that smile and gave me a nice day while i worked. i thank you all for being so kind. but, when there are good ppl, there will confirm be bad ppl. they are some receptionists that gave u a black face when u enter their company. there are also those that make stupid noises when u asked them for their company stamp. worse, there are those that don't open the door when it is so darn obvious that there are ppl in the office. even worse, there are those that asked alot shit and reject u in the end. worst, there are those idiots that asked alot, opened the door for u then asked u to get lost. wth, waste time only.

anyway, the fellow waiters i mentioned just now are those aunties who are already half way inside the coffin. but this does not matters. according to ky, looks can be deceiving, even though they are old, their mouths aren't. the older they are, the more pro they are at complaining. lol. the age of waitresses is directly proportional to their ability at complaining.

those waitress only know how to complain about how lousy and disorganised the restaurant was. and will compare the current restaurant they are working for to those they had worked in before. saying shits like how lousy this current restaurant is. wth. these aunties really are senile. their brains can't work. if u think the previous restaurant is better, then go work there. don't stay, complain and torture ppl's ear. their ear are used for more useful purpose than listening to u all these old chickens squabbling down there.

one last final thing. don't u guys think that there is something common about old waitresses and receptionists? lol. here's the answer. they are all female. yah, women and ladies. i am not guai lan-ing girls here. but ain't it an irony? when these so called old females are young, boys like us will be crazy over them. but when they are old and naggy and noisy, boys like us find them a pain in our asses. i am thinking what will happen when i got married and my wife starts to make the so called "music" for me to "enjoy'? will i silence them by divorcing? or go with the saying that goes if you can't beat them, then join them and join in their so called "music" making pastime?

hahahahahahaha. i don't know. will think about it in the weekends. and so, here i end my jeremy poon jiao wei show episode 2! bye ppl.