When you’re unemployed, there’s a certain point you reach called “I’ll take any job I can get.” Well, almost any job.
During my school holiday of 1987 my friends and I worked in this factory situated in Jurong. I remember took bus from my house to there was like 1.5 hours alone.
How hard could that be working in a factory after all, I'm young and strong.
Wrong! In fact this job is the hardest, toughest I ever work in my entire life.
Had to leave my house at 5:00pm (doing night shift), reached Jurong 6:30pm and then took a feeder bus to the factory finally landed at the site at 6:50pm.
Start work at 7:00pm.
I remember we had to tie some tins together and it came freaking non-stop. Because this factory produce tins and if we were to stop the whole machine will get jam. I had to stand and move my arms non-stop until 12:00am.
Break for snack, work resumed at 12:30am to 7:00am.
Cruised back home took about 9:00am and whole thing start all over again. I worked for 2 weeks there and was paid a meager of SGD378/-.
19 years on, I'm still trying to figure out why do I work in that shit hole for bloody 2 weeks. I should have abandoned the job the moment I step into the forsake place.
