I got a job!
It’s at a church resource centre (a euphenism for a private school who can’t afford proper teachers thus hire unqualified facilitators pretending to do ‘homeschooling’, albeit not at home). It’s a proper job, and I’m sure if Christianity had the karma system, it would count for a few points. However, it’s an hourly rate of RM2.50 - I almost wanted to blurt out that I can get RM1 more in McDonalds.
But then again, McD’s rejected my job application, as with countless other retailers - I had a permanent, genetically-induced (my cruel fate started at conception it would seem) sleepy face that scares away retail companies fearing it would put off their customers. I could do plastic surgery, but it’s rather expensive, so I need to get a job for that, and thus the vicious cycle begin - no job without plastic surgery, no plastic surgery without job.
Oh, cruel fate. And those temp jobs are out of my league with the recent graduate unemployment. Plus, Malaysia is a racist country, it’s pretty hard to get a job in a Chinese or Bumi company, and being the Indian version of a ‘banana’ - yellow/brown-in-my-case outside, white inside - the ever so rare Indian company with a job paying more than RM300 a year is off.
So RM2.50/hour it would seem, nevermind my take-home pay would be around RM1 to 75 sen an hour (tithes, public transportation, food). It’s better than nothing - perhaps I can go mamaking again.
I Got A job!
Congrats!…
Trackback by Skin Care News — 24 April, 2006 @ 5:44 am