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it've been a long time since i last blogged. i've been busy with work and tuition. today is my 5th day at work as a cashier @ Fairprice. yesterday i finally had the chance to open the counter on my own using my employee no. and pin no. but there's a senior cashier to guide me along throughout my whole shift. i worked frm 8am to 12.30am. yesterday morning was very crowded as tuesday the senior citizens get to enjoy 2% discount from all items that is below $200. i had to ask each and everyone of them whether they got elderly card or ez-link card. the worst thing is when the customer doesn't even know what are you talking abt. there was this particular old man who only know how to speak dialect and i dont even speak dialect except for a little bit of Hokkien. it was so brain-consuming trying to get the old man to understand that he had to pay a certain amt of money. there i was trying to talk to him in Mandarin but he was trying to talk to me in his own dialect. fortunately there was this nice man behind him who was willing to help me translate what i said to the dialect the old man knew. so in the end both of us managed to communicate to each other.
another thing that i experienced yesterday morning was that there was this particular Indian man whom i believed to have Down Symdrome. whenever you see him, he will grin at you awkardly and you will feel very uneasy. my seniors told me that this man will come to Fairprice to buy things at least 2 to 3 times in a day. it was true! he came to my counter 3 times during my shift to buy things. the first time he bought a can of beer and when i asked him for money, he gave me that grin again. Omigod! i tell you when he did that, goosebumps started to come. so i hurriedly passed him the change and served the next customer readily. that was not all, he came for the 2nd time and bought a can of soft drink. this time i was clever enough not to see his face and just take the change frm him and gave him the recipt. the last and hopefully the least was he bought another can of soft drink. Sigh! i wonder will he drink those cans of drink or not cos that's alot for him to drink in one morning especially if he has an empty stomach.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005
3:01 AM