Job Memory.

A friend of mine asked me to write in english.

Haiz.....Although I don't really want to.............

But what to do, she is my ............errr......special friend....hahaa

I had given up my job recently, errr.......To the truth, its quite relaxing without a job.

At least, you don't have to care about your alarm clock,

You don't have to worry about what to wear for work,

and you don't have to see your "boss" pull his/ her face in front of you,

and still have to stand there, trying to stay calm , so that you won't give him/her a direct hit on the face.

But, I do miss some of my " colleage"

I work in a kindergarden as a......I don't know, but I really didnt held an exact post in there.

Students may call me "teacher" or "jiejie" .

Other teachers, except Teacher Mi, refused to call my name,

instead, they called me "chan". -.-

The kids, woa...... A nightmare......

I swear I will never ever work in a place with such a lot of kids in it.

Some of them, huh, spoilt b

rat I should say,

At the begining, I tried to stay calm and peace in front their brutal act.

Once a while, I scolded, but not in my usual way.( Friends of mine should know how I look when I am trully in anger)

But, one day, the canon inside me just lauched.

And they fired at a boy,who is not very naughty but fulled of curiousity.

But he just touched my nerve, because I hate people just simply touch my things,

moreover, he spoilt it.

My friends, you may imagine what I looked like then.

I remember that that time was the daily reading time,

nearly all the students and teachers were there.

My fire power was strong, I think it was just similar as the rocket laucher.

The boy, pity him, but I can't pulled back.

Some teachers who thought I am a " gentle " type person, shocked.

The place is quiet except my voice, raising, and raising.

Haiz...my image break like a shattered glass.

But once I have showed my fire arms, I never keep it.

I started to fire those I think is acting more than a kid suppose to.

Truly, working here, I felt that,

I was grateful to have a strict mother.haha.

Okay,I admitted some of them are really cute, especially a little boy.

We called him " kai kai", his face is cute, his acts are just like a baby.

Although he is already four.

His brother, who is six years old, likes to talk with me.

I wonder why.

Unlike his brother, he is not cute, but handsome.

He likes to give me presents which will make me in a state of miserable.

papers, rubber band, paper folded aeroplanes........

I guess that's what a kid assumed as a present.

I do wished he was born twelve years earlier.

In the school, there's a lot of teachers,

although its not that big.

The teachers are all nice, always create a harmony atmosphere in the workplace.

However, there's something.....err......not that good between them.

They always leave our boss behind.

And, they always talk bad about our boss.

.............

Our boss, well, she maybe a bit stingy, and err, customer obeyed type of woman.

But actually, she is not that bad.

I think there may be some misunderstood among them.

But I dare not to say anything, because, I am just a rookie there.

No authority for me to speak up anything.

Well, maybe this is just how workers interact with their boss.

The teachers are all very nice.

Yea... I am telling the truth, 

Teacher W,

I like her,she is that type of person that do anything as long as she thinks she is right.

And she never refuse to speak up for herself.

an incident happened on her, a sad one, but she didn't collapsed.

I think she is is one of the bravest lady I had ever seen.

Teacher S, arrr, I like her existence.

She scoled, yelled at the kids, and she saved up other teachers energy.

haha, she is very ......cute I should say.

She is the same type of people with Teacher W.

Young, fulled of spirit, courageous.

I like to talk to her. With her, I filled relax, as if I am talking to a friend of mine in the school

No barrier.

Teacher T, and Teacher A,

both, are really good to me, really nice women.

i love talking to them too.

 And I don't feel the atmosphere that I usually felt when I spoke to the elderly.

They looked after me alot. Thanks to them, I feel warm while working.haha

Teacher K, a good mother, I should say.

She always worry about her son, who is not arrogant but stubborn.

She is a nice lady to talk with, but

sometimes, I was scared to cooperate with her due to the stupid hands I have.

My hands, err....just don't suits for art and craft.

haha, ya, it's true. They may know how to draw, but 

they are just too stupid for doing handcrafts.

Moreover, they famous for spoiling and screwing up things.

Haiz......Miss K, instead of thanks, I would like to say sorry.

Sorry, for being so helpless.

Camie is a nice name, wish you have an adorable baby and

Justin will be a good brother. (Jamie, I have faith in her)

Teacher Ml, nursery class teacher.

With her, we have a lot of funny things, funny conversations

for our some " crazy" acts, like driving.

She is nice too, like other teachers acts toward me.\

haha, thanks for always driving me home.

And miss P also , thanks, 

although we seldom chat, but she is very kind,

always sent me home. 

worry about my safety.

Other teachers like calling her "Ah pat" "Ah pat"

A cute name, and the cute boy followed.

Last , Teacher Mi, and Aunty,

teacher Mi, thank her a lot. She, is the one who find out I am stressful at the begining.

She is good in comforting the children, as well as comforting me.

i like working with her, I have no tense.

Aunty , Teacher Mi and me are the cantonese group in the school.

aunty, once I found out she spoke cantonese, 

i won't stop.

Ther, I speak several language,

English with Teacher s,Ml,R, and boss maybe sometimes.

Mandarin with, Teacher W, K, T , A and boss sometimes.

Cantonese with aunty, Teacher Mi,

Hokien with Miss P and J.

Aunty, a good cook. Learn a lot of things from her.

We both have great feelings for culinary arts.

thanks to all of you,

it's been a great time working with you all.

As time pass, we never remember each other.

But at least, in our life time,we had spent sometime together.