My First Job...continues...Part 3
by Sandie Angel
Sunday, April 11, 2010
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continuation from previous part 2...(fictional novel work in progress)
For the first little while it was fun working in this company.
The working office occupied the entire 8th floor of the building, dividing into 3 areas. On one end were the sample room and the showroom where we worked; and on the other end was the working area for the clerks, the contracts makers, and also some other clerks as well - all seemed to be holding some important positions.
In the middle along the hallway sat the receptionist facing the elevators. Along side of the hallway were several rooms, occupied by the CEO's of the company. There were 3 sisters as working bees, and we had to call them as if we were their servants. We were instructed to call the eldest sister "Tai Siu Che", meaning Miss Sister number one; the second sister we called her "Yee Siu Che", meaning Miss Sister Number two; then the youngest sister we had to call her "Saam Siu Che", meaning Miss Sister Number three. I was reluctant to call them that in the beginning. It was because I, myself, had also come from a very large and well-to-do family, and my own servants called me "Saam Siu Che" at home, and now I had to call someone else that title. I was a little uncomfortable with that, but I had to go along with the flow and called them by those names anyway.
I soon found out that it was a family-run business. The eldest sister was married to the German guy who owned the business. His married grown son was there to help out too as a partner, so the company was named "Jerrard & Sons Co. Ltd." (Not its real name).
The father was already old. He didn't seem to be doing much of anything, but just sat there in the same room with Tai Siu Che, while she, on the other hand, was working like a dog.
Next to their room was where Saam Siu Che and the son, Jerrard, Jr., were sitting. Saam Siu Che was the company's buyer. Whenever she got new samples, she would call up Sample Lee, and Sample Lee would do the calculations on each of the items, adding in the cost of the freights to make up the price. After the prices were established, he would keep one lot for the showroom and assign the other lot to one of us so we could put the price tags on each item, and type out the sample invoices as well. When all steps are completed, we would then pass the lot to the three boys - Ah Wing, Ah Kee, and Ah Sun - to pack and mail them off to our overseas buyers. It was not a hard job to do, so I was rather happy working there.
Mr. Jerrad Jr. sat in the same room with Saam Siu Che. His duties were to oversee all the contracts, liaison with the bankers; and he also entertained the overseas clients when they came to visit us. He would show them what was new in the showroom, and to take orders from them. Mr. Jerrard Jr. was 29 years old when I met him. He used to come into the sample room to chat with Sample Lee about the samples. On several occasions I caught him looking toward my direction, staring at my legs. I just smiled at him, and said "Hi!", or sometimes, "Good morning!" I didn't know what else to say. It wasn't my position to speak with him anyway.
One time I got tired after sitting around for too long, so I stretched my legs; and suddenly...over the corner of my eyes I noticed Mr. Jerrard, Jr. at the doorway entrance in the showroom behind Sample Lee. He smiled at me, then looked at my legs again, and bit the corner of his lower lip; and I thought, "What a jerk! How long has he been standing there already watching?" I felt like my privacy had been invaded and I was embarrassed!!
But aside from Mr. Jerrard Jr. always staring at my legs, everything else was fun in this office. The boys and the girls in the sample room always had so much fun after work. We would fill the water-guns with water, and by 5:00 p.m. we would start shooting at the boys in the sample room. It was like girls against boys. We ran back and forth down the hallway from one end of the office to the other end, chasing and shooting at each other. The big boss Mr. Jerrard, Sr. just stood there in the hallway outside of his room, watching us with wide-eyes wonder, but did not say anything to stop us from playing; and all those other employees who were standing around in the hallway, waiting to get into the elevators, did not say anything either; so that had been our daily ritual before we left to go home every evening. Once I fell flat on my behind in the hallway and fainted right there in the hallway. I did not know how long I had been lying there but when I came back to consciousness, I could still see a bunch of employees waiting by the elevators so I must have been out for about less than 5 minutes. Strangely, no one had even come to find out if I was alright.
Of the 3 of us young girls in the sample room, large breasted Miss Ng was more mature than Little Miss Chan and me. She would often walk down the hallway to the other side of the office to chat with a Mr. Chow. Mr. Chow held a very high position in the company. We've all noticed that whenever Miss Ng spoke with Mr. Chow, she would always lean toward him, almost close enough to be touching his body with hers. She would get so close to Mr. Chow that you would think that he could peep through the top of her blouse. We just thought that she had done this on purpose to seduce this poor middle age man.
Every once in a while Miss Ng would whisper into Mr. Chow's ears, telling him of the things that Sample Lee was doing in the sample room. Rumours had it that Sample Lee was doing business of his own, taking samples and sending them to his own clients rather than the company's clients. A few months after I worked there, Sample Lee was fired from his job.
Now comes the big question: Who would be the one to fill Sample Lee's position? Who would be in charge of the sample room now? Everyone had thought that Big Miss Chan would automatically step up to fill that position…But no!
After a week had gone by we had a big surprise in our office. All those little trips to the other side of the office, and to Mr. Chow's home, had paid off for Miss Ng! It was announced that 17 year old Miss Ng was going to take on Sample Lee's position!! When Big Miss Chan found out the news she hit the roof. She screamed and yelled around inside our working area, pointing to Miss Ng, calling her all names from bitches to whores, said she would never take orders from whores.
Miss Ng just sat there quietly at Sample Lee's desk, pretending that she didn't hear what Big Miss Chan was yelling about. She was so clever a girl! She would do all those calculations on the samples in the same way that Sample Lee had done, then she would pass on the work to me and Little Miss Chan. All of a sudden I felt like I was the favourite employee, for when Miss Ng couldn't pick up the pace of her work, Saam Siu Che had stepped in and requested that Miss Ng teach me how to do the job too, so I had learned to do Miss Ng's job as well. Big Miss Chan was now not somebody whom I should fear. I must admit that I quite enjoyed watching Big Miss Chan every time when she threw her temper tantrums. She looked so funny when she screamed and yelled, talking to herself. She would throw things around, pointing her finger at Miss Ng, said she would never take any orders from her, and neither would she help her do any work. She said Miss Ng had to do her job the best way she knew how. Sometimes she would talk to an empty spot, scolding it when Miss Ng was not sitting there at her desk. She told everyone in the sample room how Miss Ng had seduced Mr. Chow by going to his house in the evening to convince Mr. Chow that she would be good enough to take on Sample Lee's position, so Mr. Chow had put in a few good words for her to Tai Siu Che. Mr. Chow held a very high position in the company, so Tai Siu Che did not hesitate to agree with his recommendation to allow Miss Ng fill Sample Lee's position.
I must admit that Miss Ng had done her job very well. I don't know how, or when, she had learned to do that job, but she was doing it just as good as Sample Lee had done, and she was only 17 years old! But of course she was slower than Sample Lee, it was because she did not get the help from Big Miss Chan.
As for me, I was still the little kid who played water-gun by the end of the day. I was just happy and satisfied to work at my own job. I didn't want to take anyone's side anyway, so I kept quiet most of the time when Big Miss Chan threw her temper tantrums. I neither agree nor disagree with whatever she had to say. I just wanted to be myself.
To be continued...
Copyright (c) Sandie May Joyce
April 11, 2010.
My First Job [ Part 1 ] Of This Story
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|Reviewed by Nancie O'Reily (Reader)
|Glad you've found a job that you can work and have fun at the same time. Sounds like a great job for beginning your working career. Can't wait to read more of this.
Nancie O'Reily (Your friend in FB - Hope to see you back soon)
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
Glad to see you back
PEACE & love BE WITH YOU
|Reviewed by The Poetess
|Sounds like you take a wise stand in the end of this.|
|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
|AURGH!!! Outlandish Miss Chan!!
I would never tolerate such vulgarity at the work place
this woman is outragiously in need of brick wall!
She should have been reported & most definetly stood up to
I surely would have for myself & also for another woman
but as for the flirting, well it happens we all flirt
& some of us on purpose & some of us without realizing
his lip biting was an invitation to approach him...
and of course leaning into another persons "zone" is too
offering forms of intimacy...
Love & Blessings
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|I am very intrigued by your first job...I can't wait to read on...very interesting details, Sandie...it's all so understandable and you take us on a journey and I just know it's leading up to something...but what? 'Til next entry...be well.
|Reviewed by Charlie
|You're telling the story well. Big Miss Chan is going to brew you some trouble in the next installment, I can tell. --Charlie|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Company politics. So far, everything is predictable, including the attention to you.
|Reviewed by Don Juan Amante
|a well penned part of your story, enjoyed.|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|Well penned Sandie, you tell your stories well|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Enjoy reading your stories because they are always so clear...
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen
|Sandie as always awesome job, it reads very well, and parts of it brought a smile to my face, and laughter to my heart, thank you so much for sharing
In Christs Love
|Reviewed by Darkest Angel (Reader)
|Very intriguing and it steers well, too. I fell into the story and was seeing that lady raging around the company. I had some chuckles and laugher here and there, as well. Thanks for another good portion of your story. Enjoy!|
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Sandie,,Intriguing story..look forward to the next part :)
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Both interesting and intriguing,you've had some
very special experiences, Sandie!
|Reviewed by jude forese
|keep up the good work, Sandie ....|
|Reviewed by TONY NERONE
|Reads very well indeed. I look forward to the continuation.
GOD BLESS YOU
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Excellent account of events, Sandie. Thanks for sharing. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
|Brava!!!! Look forward to more. xxx|