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Cheesy Cheese

Thursday, February 15, 2007

10 weeks.
Can you believe I made it through?

So anyway, as most of you have already heard, or rather heard me complain about, I've been working in this particular place for the past 10 weeks - named 'Cheese'. Yes, I do know that sounds extremely cheesy, but hey, placing me there for my attachment is an uber cheesy idea as well. Therefore, to protect myself from being sued by Cheese, should they accidentally/purposely chance upon my oh-so-insignificant blog, you'll know Cheese as the name to condemn.

I've decided to be terribly objective about Cheese (crosses fingers), so I've decided to weigh the pros and the cons of having spent 2 and a half months of my life there.

Pros.
1. Real business situations

2. Hands-on learning

3. Shopping is a lot less tiring now with long hours on my feet.

4. I'm a lot stronger now from all the carton-carrying.

5. I've gotten to know a lot of my school mates better. I think without this experience of having to work together, many of these people would still remain strangers to me. But I could have done the same thing working at some other outlet.

Cons.
1. I'm financially crippled due to Cheese. Having to top up cash when the totals don't tally can be a real burden on your pocket. I think I've forked out about $15 for nothing. Darn. Oh, the pain on your pocket. Plus working there entices you to buy stuff whenever you're hungry which is about 5 times a day for me. Gees. That's overspending, thank you very much.

2. Getting scolded for nothing has become my forte, I realise. I've written the most reports for things that had nothing to do with me and was wrongly accused for things that I had no control over. Not on one occassion, but on 4. Let me say that again. Four. I must have a sign around my neck that reads, 'Please Scold Me'. Sigh. Just chop off my head will you?

3. Truthfully, my health has been greatly affected by Cheese. Mom's been getting on my case about the timings that I have lunch and how I always forget to do my jabs because of the hectic pace of the place. Thank goodness it all ends tomorrow. Phew.

4. In my whole 18 years of existence, I've never fallen sick so often before. During my attachment to Cheese, I've fallen sick about 4 times, which translates to falling sick once every 2.5 weeks.

5. I still can't believe I'm paying to work for them. Sheesh. That's even worse than slavery!

6. My sleep debt has accumulated a tonne of hours ever since the start. I remember working 12 hours at the beginning when we had to learn opening and closing in a short span of 3 days. It's no wonder I throw fits whenever mom wakes me up early on Saturdays. Just thinking about it makes me yawn.

7. I'll never ever need to be termed as a Cheerleader again. Ever.

8. No more jokes about how much I earn an hour. HMPH!

9. I no longer have to skip dinner on days there are meetings anymore. They do say that eating late before you sleep will make you fat.

10. More family time. Working in Cheese has stretched my days to their maximum. Before you know it, it's back to the same old place again. Sian...

Conclusion
You see now that the cons outweigh the pros. Therefore, it is only wise to conclude that Cheese screws up your life!

Rachel wrote in the pages of her life at 11:14 PM

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