The look on his face could tell all.Sometimes,I did pity him as he has to work even when others are enjoying their fruits of pension.
That is pakli,my hb.
This morning early in the morning,the hp rang.
Cikli ,saya nak berhenti.Bagi gaji saya sat lagi.Yang dua hari saya tak mai cikli potonglah. The voice over the line was telling.
My pakli is Cikli to the workers.
Lol, only yesterday,the worker called up to tell she was visiting her dad in Pahang and would be returning for work the next day.
These problems seemed to crop up nearly too often.And its just one out of the dozens.
Going in and out of the company are like no one business.Like there’s no law or regulations.
Giving notices in advance are not being done.So the cycle of work will be thrown into disorder.
And the one to suffer is my poor dear.
Tu belum lagi cerita bergaduh sesama sendiri.Cucuk sana cucuk sini.Mengelat pagi sampai tengah hari.
Bila tengok dia lama di tikar sembahyang,makcik dapat teka mesti ada problem,ada krisis lagi dok melayang .
Entahlah labu.Tak dapek nak cik tolong.
The other day,cikli brought back a bound collection of magazines,with the writing:
tapi kenapa ada BATAL?
Dah buang tabiat ke dia ni.