The Promoter Saga : Finale

And now I'm officially ' a trapped bird', (Fadillah, 2010) again.

Talking in a serious tone, being worked to Chinese company, and taking job as a promoter isn't easy as it seems. One of many conclusions I made about the company, Chinese never (maybe) trust anyone. Well it's an obvious fact which everyone knows. Anyhow Chinese too aren't plain heartless to other races, just the lack of trust they hold to put on the Malays, Indians, and others. Again, it's business, no one can be trusted. They mean it when they made up rules. Never cross their rules, or u're done.

You look at them, following u, watching u from afar, and yawning and sighing if u play choosy in picking up clothes from neatly folded clothes' bins. I was once hated promoters who keep following me and look at me as if she/he has been keeping a years' grudge whenever I started pulling off clothes out of the bins and ended up buying nothing. Every time I came across to this kind of promoter, my motivation changed from buying clothes to taking the promoter over the limit of madness. I could smell satisfaction for the attitude of mine.

Now that I know how it feels for being spitted without being spitted, I WILL NEVER EVER DO IT AGAIN! 

We, the promoters, may not seem classy and not adventurous in some people view. But, try standing up for straight 11 hours  by charged with only a penny or two for each hour, smiling for every customer's gaze, minus chatting to other promoters and must always be prepared to clear and tidy up the bins again, again and again. You'd go flat sooner than u thought u'll.

  

 YES. I DESERVE VICTORY.  PERHAPS, I DESERVE AN AWARD INSTEAD!

I walked out of the mall with huge bags of dignity and experiences. And I officially quit my job without being authorized by any bosses. And I've never had less care about it. 

Dearly by,