1st November 2009

My, wasn't it a sight for sore eyes when i saw my aunty coming towards me from a far. She came to pick me up from Hotel Seri Malaysia -- the hoel at which i was lodging throught the SuaRasa event since Tuesday.

Seeing a familiar face has always been very very comforting and reaausring.

Even more so when you just got of out of a sticky situation which was not of your making the the first place.

In this last leg of SuaRasa TV9 Bersama Celcom in Dataran Stadium Darul Aman, Alor Star, Kedah, i was given more responsibility and was also given more a wider reach of athority. MOre of what i used to do in the previes events.

I didn't wana use the word POWER, because that'll have the cliche "With great power, comes great responsibility" running thru your head.

Nevertheless, it was enough to overwhelm. As if being the ONLY Chinse STAFF in the event was not overwhelming enough. It's like, every little thing you do, or what you say, there's owis some one watching. Passersby will sometimes stare at you too... T_T

I bet they're going, "WHat's this Cina Bukit doing here?!!"

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I am at my aunty's house now. I came home to a lovely Chinese cooked lunch -- the first in many days. But earlier today. i had a very troubling time and the experience taught me to improve in the future.

My bosses have left for home yesterday due to other pressing matters. I was left with the burden responsibility to have custody over close to RM5000 and pay the local kids who came to work for us during the event.

I knew, when it came to moeny, almost EVRYONE is tensed. Even among them Malays. they can have misunderstadings about payment and money, what more will happen when a Chinse Hill fella, who doesnt know the heads of the story, steps in to do the work.

This is one example of finishing up other peoples' SHIT!!! uncompleted tasks. I am supposed to pay the workers thru their head. He comes up with a list and a grand total of RM2450 for all ABOUT 16 workers.

I, being a trift and a prefectionist, recountered everyting called my boss to confirm. And when my total didnt match his, he started to look abit edgy. Like dam dulan and boh song with me.

But the case is really simple: my boss is the Head who thinks and decides. I am merely the Hand to do what the Head thinks amd decided. And i am ALSO the on who will face the sound of music from both sides whud i screw up or someone is unhappy abour something. @_@

That was challenging. Really. I grew fond of a few hardworking guys, who were relentlssly working their ass off carrying things, keeping the cleanliness and wiping dining tables in the karnival-like event.

So being not able to help them earn a decent wager, due to some *crappy deal with their b0ss and mine, i felt torn in the middle when my total was RM200 lower than their initial count. Their noss didnt seem too happy.

But hey, im just the messenger, don't kill the messenger! @_@

Boss say, i do. But most of the time, its either i die, or they die.

I always find myself in the middle of morally challenging situations. OMG. my head is spinning now. And its freaking hot. God only knows what will happen to me if im in the Kembara i came with,. heading back to KL now...

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I think ill ctach forty winks now..

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