Being a bum at home, has left you no choice, has it?! I just don't like wrong timings. Well, being called over to our store is always a wrong timing. hehe! I don't know why I haven't grown affection to manage that little nook in Calle Real. Since I was little, I was really hesitant to go there and help out even if it was summer days. The only consolation I had before was extra money. haha! Well, maybe because we are not obligated to tend the store, unlike some of my Chinese classmates, who until now, does some tasks around their store. I, particularly, have been pushed (or is always pushed) but not obligated.
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Right now, I am the go-to man to close up the store if ever my parents had to go early. I always froen at that thought. I don't like it. I never did. (Oh God! Why do I feel like my Grandma will kill me for saying this! haha! Pls., don't pop out of your picture in the altar and stranggle me here.hehehe!) Being here at home most of the time has left me no choice. For every time that I am called up, I feel like I am frantically recalling how to liquidate the cash registers! (Read
here to remember the story. It's on the bottom part.) I hate how I always sneeze when I'm there because of all the dust in that tiempo betamax of a place! Simply put it this way: I have not grown affection to our business.
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And so, all I do there is sit at Mama's chair and wait until the cashiers are ready for liquidation. And while I sit, either I read the papers or go treasure hunting in Mama's drawer. I have grown a fascination on bundles of pens because of it. When you get to open Mama's drawer, you can see a lot of pens! Different ones, all from different brands and sources. The last time I dug in there, I brought home a CD Marker. haha! I always toyed with those pens, checking if they work, checking if what color it is or just simply look at the designs and brands. hehe! And since it is very hot and humid in there, I prefer to stay inside where I can have the electic fan all by myself. And suprisingly, hearing the wind blow right though your ears can be nice and refelective. Now you know how bored I am! haha! Another thing that I caught myself doing is riffling the notepads in the desk. (I had a hard time Googling the term 'riffle' until I got it right! haha! Don't know how to describe thumbing through the pads.) It can be pretty amusing though. hehe! Well, wierd as I am, I always thumb through my paperback novels and smell them, so the notepad isn't an exception. I didn't smell it though. Imagine the dust! It would kill me!
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I also hate it when people think you've got no problem with money just because you're Chinese or because your business had stood up a name because it is one of the oldest establishments in the City. I hate listening to every word of it!
And besides, I was raised thinking I haven't got all the money in the world! Heck! I don't even manage a bank account or an ATM. But, I like money, I just don't like doing store business with it. haha! .
On another light, there are still things worth remembering. When I was still in Hwa Siong, our store has been a safe haven for me. As long as I get there after dismissal, I know I'm OK. Not to mention the unlimited supplies for school. I never experienced going school-supplies-shopping. All I do is "call and they deliver." haha! School stuff has been always within reach for me, and that alone has made my life easier. I also remember a time when we got a hang of eating merienda after we got out of school. Mama has them ready when we got there. Then the three of us, together with my sister would crowd the button booth inside our store then pig out right there so that the clients and agents wouldn't see us and more so, wouldn't disturb us. haha! Our "menu" would run from a simple bread to meat rolls to burgers and even sweet, chili and saucy chicken wings with rice and drinks! Thank God for Jolibee! haha!
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As I sit there in Mama's chair, I remembered all these things. Being there is not so bad after all. I'm the COO of the store, for crying out loud! I should learn to love it, right? (gag. gag. puke. gag. haha!) That evening, I didn't expect Mama to hand over my "consolation". She gave me extra cash. Haha! I feel like a little voice in my head was saying "ooohh...i like..." and the child store helper in me was quite awakened. haha! But it still doesn't erase the fact that I don't like it there, most especially if I am called and not needed, even if I am the COO. haha!
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and P.S. COO is not Chief Operating Officer, it's more like, Child Of the Owner...hahaha!
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On another note, it has been almost a month that I haven't blogged. It's hard to be idle for a long time. It's like words have to be warmed up in order to get out of your brain. Nevertheless, its good to be back! Hello blogosphere!
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Love and Bliss! (I almost forgot to place this. It has been a looong time, indeed!)
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Listening To: If We Hold on Together by Diana Ross!
