Urgh, another day of utter despondent. I was reduced to a delivery "man" again. Oh gods, I hope this is not becoming a habit.
I, and the other girl, went to collect the printing opposite the block. We were totalling rushing for time and it was raining. So, we were drenched in the rain as there is no shelter. We had to rush to Jurong Industrial area to deliver all the tools and files that they needed.
We took a cab down, which the fee will be paid back to me. It was again a mad rush to file 20 copies of notes for the training programme. Damnation, but the place is so warm and we had to hole-punched every single piece of paper.
Once everything was done, we had to get back to the office. Today and tomorrow, the office will only contain the two of us interns, since the two guys have corporate training going on.
I was counting on today to be more relaxing and fun because no one will be in the office. Who knows that something will happen.
When we reached Boon Lay Interchange, it was about 2.50pm. We went for our late lunch at Jurong Point and started the long journey back at around 3.30pm. We reached the office around 4.30pm and did some work before clocking out at exactly 6.00pm.
Hey, we totally deserved the time to eat our lunch. We may be supposed to be compliant but if we don't even have basic rights, I think it is high time someone put them in their shoes. By right, we have an hour for lunch and in that hour, we can do whatever we want.
If I want to surf the net during that time, I jolly well can do it because, technically, I am not faulting. Alas, if only everything is written out in black-and-white. Even then, there are still people who go against the contract.
What hope is there for us, lowly interns, who are no better than the construction workers out there? Heck, some foreign workers enjoy better pay and treatment than us!
We had to fork out our own money on the way home, it may be small amount, but to us, who are earning about S$2.20 a day, the transportation fare is not even enough to cover the "wage".
Cheap labour, we are. Exploitation, this is. I wonder how they managed to cope with the extreme shortage of staff before we arrived. Perhaps, they do away with the part-timers because we are here. Damn it.
Still, at least today passed quickly. Tomorrow will be a better day, if nothing drastic happens.
At least there is something to look forward to this weekend, what with the semester results and F1 Grand Prix. Woohoo!
