"To get a job, was to expand your personal horizon. Now, with the money crisis, a job means only one thing - money in exchange to live" -Me.

I've got too many jobs to count, but all have given me precious experience. Here's a list of 'em, starting from early 1995. [ Cashier | Fast Food Joint staff | Freelance writer | Production Assistant ] Parkson Grand Cashier I thought I had it made. My first job and RM400 per month! However, working 9 to 11pm at times began to take its toll. My job was to punch in numbers, get the money and give the receipt - what else? This job thought me one thing -- the one at the lowest rank does the most work, and never shop with a sour attitude - the cashier's going to get it in the end. Accounts Clerk I didn't work for a while after taking my A-Levels, but I was excited at this job because it was my first office job. The joy of coming to work in an office suit! My work was to handle some minor accounts, but eventually, I came to realise that I didn't know what I was doing , and all I did was mechanically search for numbers on the Debit side and match it with the Credit side. I couldn't imagine how tough that could be! Plus, I had a taste of office politics as there was a spy in the department that dutifully reports wrongdoings to the boss. But the worse has got to be the 'cabin fever'. I used to stare at the Mall from the office toilet's window -- because that was the only entertainment I have!   Baskin Robbins & Kenny Roger's Roasters Leaving the adult world, I decided to taste the teenage life of fast food restaurant. There were certain perks involved in my job (which consists of mopping flours, serving ice cream, food and drinks). I love interacting with customers and my fellow collegues were for once, my age. They were great, but a part of me wanted some more. The more was job satisfaction.   Freelance writer for Youth2. The Star. Since October 1996 This was my first break into the world of journalism, and its a job that a) I've not been fired/transferred/reprimanded for b)a job that I've not died of boredom from. I remember particularly restless one day, and decided to go job hunting. My first intention was to get a job as a copywriter. So, I took my Yellow Pages out to contact some ad agencies, but it was Saturday evening, and none were answering. Decidedly frustrated, I wondered if I have any hope, any luck, any minute microscopic chance at all of (gasp) getting a job as a freelance writer for The Star. I picked up the phone, and called. I was directed everywhere, but in the end, I hooked up with my great Editor, who said I could come in for an interview. The rest was blessed history. I've written around 7 articles for Youth2, and I'm writing another one now. You don't have to guess that I LOVE this job. What I do is suggest a topic to my Ed, cross my fingers that she agrees with it and proceed on to my investigation, which requires interviews, research and photography (which I'm, unfortunately, atrocious at). I've decided that its the only job I'll stick to - once I graduate, I'll be official!   Production Assistant to a Filmaker. Since November 1997 This may sound lofty, but its a lot of hard work. I do lots of timecoding for camera shots, select them and help the editor edit them. I also have a chance to write scripts for a show. The hours are long, sometimes from 3pm to 9pm -- not exactly 8 hours, but its long due to the hours of travel that I need to put in. I'm still fresh at this job, so there's nothing more to say except that everyone is so casual and footloose -- like the people at the Star. And you know what? That's just right for me.