The reason why I appreciated this christmas would be the resting time it gave me or else I would have work for 7 days. Yes, I worked for 6 days this week. I almost died!
Fri was 8 hours of typing
Sat was 7 hours of printing
Sun was 7 hours for smsing
By the end of another week, either my nails will break, hands become numbed or my legs paralysed. Worse of all, my ear drums may stop vibrating. No wonder pple say authors can't keep their nails long. Sob, my poor nail almost turned into fragments if I didn't apply the nail treatment sample in The Body Shop.
Now, why the ears will suffer? I know what JY is thinking but she is completely wrong! I did hear my employer's 'teaching' for at least 4 days, but they are for another assistant.
I wouldn't mind if she refuses to follow the system, creats problems for other assistants or call the wrong person, print unnecessary papers, write wrong infomation as long as we are on different lines. But when her mistakes affects mine, even I'm extremely flared up, I can't scold her or do anything to vent my frustrations. Unlike my boss or his wife, who had been lecturing her again and again until I can summarise all her mistakes, the best I can do s to search through the stacks of files to re confirm the students' particulars.
Look, that was not my job. I am a typist, not a photocopier or printing machine. Then helped in printing coz the boss said it's more urgent. Fine I do. Today, another girl took leave, so I had to sms all the parents to inform them the starting date and time of their child or children's course on her behalf.
It wasn't a difficult job if those parents pay the fees on time or if that 'lady' can remember if they are our existing students (payment is diffenent bet existing and new students). But since I can't depend on her memory, I have to look for the info myself, then check the course fee, and if their balance amount include deposit and registration fee, then tell them when and how to payment.
Surprisingly, when I almost complete the task, one parent replied saying that her child is supposed to attend the Maths Olympiad class, not the GEP class. I stunned.
I thought I sent wrongly. The boss went out, his assistant left early. The other teacher had no idea about it.
Gosh! A deep trouble it seemed. But I didn't make a mistake. Her child's name is in the GEP list, not in the MO list. Either the parent signed up the wrong course of he changed his mind.
weLL, I just have to write a note there. Let my boss talk to her, it's none of my business anyway.(that's my boss's instruction after he returned to the centre)
Whoop! Goin to continue working next week which is 2mr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I rather stand for another 8 hours than letting my nails suffer.
I gotta finish what the other typist didn't. I hate her. I hate her. I seriously hate her!
It's like retribution. Maybe it's my fault for not telling her the standard format set by the 'senior' typist, but why, why am I the one who correct it?
Argh! It's not fair.
