One imba night in Imbi...

Jln Imbi, heard but never been there, until yesterday.... yesssssss im from KL.... it's just that i don't go out much..!!!!!

You know what's best working over-time eventhough you don't get paid for it? You gain experience and informations... FYI, im in the FMCG line,a purchaser,in short, i buy veges,fruits,seafoods,dried seafoods,daily beans,ice creams, chill and frozen goods, poultry, meats ,i plan promotions, i get the best prices, the most competitive prices, i survey many different hypermarkets and try to make my company competitive in the market, i have literally more than 30 execs under me, very, very interesting. It's shorter ..right?

Since i started this job, I'm like an aunty from Taman Tun Dai Ba Sak. Everyday, dealing with suppliers on the phone, asking them the price for various veges and stuffs.
" howw arrr today the fish fresh anot arr~~ how much arr~ wahhh so expensive~~ peng dit laa~` peng ditt~~gam guai dim mai oo~~" It don't sound funny here, it's hard to explain, describe, maybe i should attached a sound clip... coz it's actually done in hokkien. Imagine. Im not good at it , but im learning!

"ANZHUAAA~~(howwww) yi eh(that) He(fish... i think lol!) KUI LUIIIII~~ (how much) kaninaboo~~ aa kuiiiiii~~(rape your mother , damn expensive). Loving it. It's funny, first day of work, which was 8-9 month back, im surprised all of my colleagues speaks hokkien, i seriously tried hard not to laugh and i swear to Guan Yin i hid in the toilet cubicle and laughed the crap out, and when someone get's in, I'll pretend im on the phone, smart huh? not really!. Hokkien reminds me of the jokes me and my friends cui-ed during yamcha sessions. Entertaining! Sorry i know you catch no ball.

Ogay, let's start. We're setting up a D.C (distribution centre), and we're at supplier's tempat to take 140++ pictures of vegetables. End.

No joke peeps, 140++ different vegetables aren't easy, to remember. I have to learn them in 3 different languages. English, cantonese, malay. Holy mother of god.

Check this out, Bayam merah/hong yin choi/ forget arr!
These guys are actually packing them in bundles, estimate, 250gm per bundle, they are so good at it they don't need to weigh it, they know how heavy it is by just grabbing it, maybe its' the size, am not sure.

that's my manager in pink, thanks for the beers man.

There's no Fresh veges mates, unless you pluck them yourself. You see, the farmers pluck (is it pluck? plucking is for flowers? arggh fuck that shit) in the morning, send it to the distributors at night, and all those veges are touched by many banglas/nepals/myanmar peeps/ u name it. They send it to pasars, hypermarkets, supermarkets etc in the morning. By the time the vege is already in bad shape. How to make them look good? I don't wanna go into details, it might be thicker than LOTR 1 + 2 + 3.

I tell you, this chic right here, respect maximus. I can feel the hotness of the cili padi ( no, seriously not her) from quite a distance and it burns my mata and turned it into mata kerbau. And yet, she puts a fan there to blow, her eyes can barely open. That's at least 30kg of cili padis. few tonnes waiting for her.Huahuahua!

These buggers are friggin hardworking. All the way~ from AM to PM.

My boss~

Luckily theres this Nepal guy helped us to bring up all the stuffs for us to take pics of it. Was bored and i had a lil chat with him. He's earning RM760 per month, he works 16 hours a day, and 2 days off in a month. And i asked him, what can he buy with RM760 back in Nepal? 30kg of rice he said. I said Fuck. What roti pratta hum jim beng pua sek rice so fucking expensive? I think he heard wrongly. Because we had communications problems earlier too. We asked him the names of the veges, he TRIED (hell yeah he tried hard) to tell us in english, and i said to my boss "kui gong mie lan?" (what cock is he saying?")

Me: what's this called?
Nepal hunk : jisss arr jisss called mhhshhhtaad, ai ai ai dono wash it call in Malay, boot in engrish
we call mhhshhtaad.
Me: kui gong mie lan?
Boss: ngo lan ji mie...
Nepal hunk: mhhshhtaad.mhhshhhtaad. ( pronounced as musshhhh tart)
Me: mushhh wat?
Nepal Hunk: mhhshhtaad boss... mhhshhtaad.

Fuck man, it's like he stuffed one whole hum jim beng in his mouth.

Luckily his boss was around, and he said its Mustard. We wasted 15 minutes, figuring out what the hell is he trying to tell us.

finally, we've done 80% of everything and left @ 11 plus, and on the way out, our H.O.D's car, GG-ed. Nice. Fast fwd.

Went for some beers in my favourite pub, sweet way to wrap my fucked up day.

Monday should be a good day~~ new colleague, a chic, will be assisting me in assisting my manager. Means, lesser work, more time to smoke + read mails! wooohooo!