After helping out at my friend's flea market stall, i know i can't be a sales kind of person... And i really HATE this kind of job... Or maybe i should say this kind of job doesnt suit me lah... It's not because those customers weren't nice... It's just that talking to strangers (customers) isn't wat i am good at (i only know how to smile lah) and also i am too use to having "good life" sitting in the office... This whole afternoon, i was feeling so hot, sweaty, sticky, sleepy, tire (i guess the 3 of us feels the same way) and all this made me feel kind of frustrated... I was so frustrated that i didnt even bother to play hide-and-seek with the sun... And now i so regret that, cos i am so TAN and BLACK... Arrgh... I seriously need all this plus a milk massage... Idiotic sun, stupid me...
The only thing to be happy about is at least P and QW earned some money, if not i really think we wasted our whole day there loh...
P.S. After reading what i wrote i think i kind of sounded like i'm complaining... But that wasn't wat i mean... The whole flea market thing is definately a good experience...
10:53:00 PM
The Girl