freakymandy's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- First Day of Work I slept for a while but I couldn’t much, as my head was urging me to write a recount on what happened today. Yeah, writing here is like a habit that takes time to really kill! However, I’m not complaining… I hope Diaryland will stay right here forever. I woke up late today…again, because of my insomnia. Quickly showered then went out for work. My first day, I was quite tensed. Being in the same bus as the manageress was even worse. I was like, “Ohh… she lives around my area?!” So all along in the bus I was stiff.. After reading some stupid history of KFC and Colonel Sander, I was taught how to clean, mop, sweep, yadda yadda and identify the different parts of the chicken. Rather stupid. I saw my collegues and smiled all the time. One of my childhood friends would be working there too! I was quite happy with that though we had not talked for 6-7 years. Most seemed rather taken aback with my presence…and I noticed our differences: All of them had dyed their hair and my hair was still untouched…still natural, and didn’t intend to do anything to it. All of them had somewhat no interest in education while I was still in it, still fired up to strive for excellence and etc. All of them were quite rugged in attitude.. You would call them “unladylike” and very boisterous while I was the meek one there, who prefer to do more work and less talking..and more smiling than actual socializing… “Oh you are too genteel and soft, Amanda! Rough up!” says one. I was so alien next to them. Which made me thought of something else… like, they told me that they were just working to kill time and once their boyfriends were able to find a job, they would just live together and make babies. Lol, those were some real actual words from their mouths! Needless to say, I laughed. Maybe not laughed. I was giggling, covering my mouth up and they were like, “Look at this new girl, she actually covers up her mouth and everything… oh my freaking god!” I giggled more. Gosh, how alien I am! They are so different from me and I am so different from them, but they are all nice people and I like working there… I worked for 6 freaking hours and never felt bad at all. Tired, but pleasantly tired. We sure can communicate. Fuck differences… though I don’t see myself working there all my life..and with that thought, it really tells me why I should study harder and pursue a career. So many adjustments though! I have never sat on my butt for 6 freaking hours! I have to clean the floors for about 10 times? Washed countless of trays? But nothing really matters… I love my job, the people are so oddly different and so nice. They smoke, they abuse drugs and everything… but yeah, they never want to talk about that to me, or expose it to me. I am always the person who everyone protects and keeps me away from those. In school, everyone thinks I’m the good girl, though I really have portrayed some bad behaviors and everything. But I am not complaining, again! It means I can do more bad things and get away unscathed. Today was so tiring, yet so reassuring… at least I know I am not abused there or anything J The uniform was dorky though. I hated it, but whatever. :D Happy! 1:51 a.m. - 2004-10-19 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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