*3.30am and I just finished undressing the Liulian. Gotta sleep so if anyone find something funny here, it is ‘Work in Progress’. And if anyone find that I had broken Google’s TOS, please tell me. I am too sleepy to tweak anymore codes. Gee, I love WP.*
Don’t give me cold carbon that glitters. I actually had to count those dang diamonds last time. Can you imagine counting diamonds by the hundreds during each monthly stock count? You think it is nice? It was my pathetic job when I was 18 yrs old. If I should sneeze, it will fly away and I gotta pay for them from my miserable RM180/MONTH salary.
Not only that, I had to count the carats. I had to see that each label fits the packaging. And they are blardy small like 0.18 carat x 20. So I have to check that each piece of ring has 20 tiny diamonds. Try imagine counting 20 diamonds each for a batch of 200 pieces of rings? At the end of the day, all I see are glitters but they aren’t mine.
Now when I think back, I am glad I hate jewelleries. Because my atm can’t afford Tiffany anyway. Moreover, who has the time to wear necklaces, earrings, rings and anklets (ewwws).
I am lucky that all those exposure to expensive jewelleries did not influence me to work hard to hook a man rich enough to feed me diamonds. Otherwise, I got to go b00bs job and stuffs like that.
But hey, I broaden my ‘language’ you know? ‘Cos working with labourers who peppered their sentences with Hokkien and Cantonese 4-letter words certainly made me a tough gal. Come to think of it, all my KNNMCB were polished there.
*sniff, sniff* I found the website of the company where I got my first job. I must write more next time. Like how a 5 KG 99% pure gold ingot disappear in thin air. Or how I won the Miss Personality runner-up. Fwheet…Memories…