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    I opened my eyes, last night, and saw you in the low light
    Walking by the bay, on the shore
    Staring up at the planes that aren't there anymore
    You happened to look, and see, the tunnels all around me
    Running into the dark underground

    Thursday, April 9, 2009

    My dad sprained his back today, so I did slightly more work today. I'm guessing it hurts like hell. Cos he can't even bend down properly. ):

    I haven't been online for days. I'm too lazy to. I mean, its hard work switching on the laptop. No, I'm not kidding.

    School's starting next Monday. And its orientation. I'd be lying, to say I'm not worrying for my dad. He's currently expanding, and he got some new canteens. I don't think he expanded on purpose though. He knows its hell if he expands, but he can't stop himself. Irony. I think I may be able to see him coming home at 6 plus? Or even 7pm, like my aunt estimates. Working 16 hours a day? This is menial labour. Not office work man!

    You'd never know how sucky this job is, until you've tried it.

    If you're not interested in my job description, skip the below paragraphs.

    Job Scope:

    -Unloading stuff.
    I'm talking about goods hundreds of kilos at one go. One big basket can weigh up to 150kg worth of things. A regular sized styrofoam box can weigh 20+kg. A regular container can weigh up to 20+kg. Imagine a lorry with stuffed full. Hundreds of kilos at one go, I assure you. The maximum weight of prawns my dad used to be able to ubload in the past was a good 400+ kgs. Only prawns! Fishes not included.

    -Preparing the goods for sale.

    • Packing / Re-packing

    Packing, re-packing. It only sounds easy. There's dangers involved. Getting poked, cut or scratched is a day to day thing.

    • Scaling and chopping

    Scaling's hard work. You'd know which fishes are friend or foe when you've scaled them. Injuries are likely to happen often. And for chopping? I'm thinking about the butcher who lost 4 fingers, the guy who almost amputated one of his fingers by accident, and my dad who nearly did the same some years back. They all had to return back to work pronto even after seeking medical attention. To think I can even slice my fingers with the fish together last year.

    My dad could cut hundreds of kilos of ONE type of fish a day. Imagine the danger O: To say I not worry is an outright lie. So please, never distract your fishmongers at work.

    So yeah, almost any other job is cushy as compared to these type of things dad has to go through.