They Are About To Break The Second Promise

So when I showed up for work last night, I found out that the manager had broken his 1st promise yet again. The promise was to provide me with another uniform because I was supposed to get two. When he failed to deliver them to the workplace on Friday, like he had promised during my job interview, he assured me it would be sent down on Monday.

Okay, fine. I could still put up with it. I asked for permission to wear a white shirt instead of the official black polo shirt, and it was granted.

And then he told me he’s going to break his 2nd promise. Which was to pay me a weekly advance of S$200 every Tuesday. Since he had been breaking the 1st promise, I figured it would be safer to remind him about his 2nd promise.

What he told me was: “But you only worked for us for 4 days. We can’t pay you an advance yet.”

What the f**k? Did he mention this at the job interview? Did he say I had to work for a minimum number of days before I could get my advance? NO! What he told me was that there wouldn’t be any problem paying me a weekly advance of 200 dollars every Tuesday.  Read the rest of this entry

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My Dream Self Was A Jerk

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* The above image is from Star vs. The Forces of Evil Wiki. It is not a picture of my sister. I think the crying girl is called Star Butterfly.

I had a dream about my work at this condominium. In my dream, my sister showed up in a security guard uniform halfway through my shift. She told me she wanted to check if this place’s okay for me to work.

My dream self probably resented the intrusion into his territory but he grudgingly agreed.

Now, during the night shift, the night guard is supposed to go on patrols around the condominium so my dream self did that too. My sister wanted to follow, to learn more about the place. Maybe so she could give a comprehensive report to friends and family.

I guess that annoyed my dream self somehow, but he agreed to let her go on the patrol in the end. My sister happily agreed and picked up a glittery smartphone and prepared to leave the guard post with my dream self.

That’s when my dream self turned mean. He roughly told her not to bring along the “stupid looking” smartphone because it would make all security guards look stupid. My sister tried to insist because according to her, it was an expensive phone choked full of precious memories. Read the rest of this entry

They Broke Their First Promise

Will I have trouble with my new job?

It appears so. When I took up the job, the agency promised me 3 things.

First of all, I would get 2 uniforms. But they only had one in my size when I went for my interview so the manager promised to send my second uniform to my workplace on by Friday.

Well, I went to the condominium on Friday, but there was no 2nd uniform waiting for me. When I called the manager, he said they could only send me one on Monday as the office’s close during the weekend.

Their second promise to me was that I would be receiving weekly wage advances (S$200) every Tuesday. This coming Tuesday, we will be able to see if they can keep their second promise.

The third promise is a monthly salary of S$2040 (gross). To find out if they will honor that promise, I will have to wait till the 7th of December. I never did receive a copy of my employment contract so I can’t be absolutely sure they will keep this particular promise.

3 promises but they already broke the first one the moment I started work. I think I might be able to have that new chapter for my book after all.

Loh Teck Yong

I Am Sorry, Hee Young

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During the late 90s in Singapore, because Facebook hasn’t been invented yet, I made pen friends of the pen and paper variety.

And among the people I exchanged letters (not emails) with, there was a girl from Korea. She liked Chinese idols like Andy Lau and enjoyed reading Slam Dunk, which was popular in Korea at the time. And she would always tell me interesting things about her country. Corresponding with her should have been a fun experience.

However, because I couldn’t understand Korean and her English was not too good, I found it difficult to read her letters. I felt it was a pain to have to read her letters, make something out of them and then write proper replies in proper English that she might not even really understand. So one day, I simply stopped replying to her letters.

She kept up her letters for a while but, after a few months, she realized what was going on and sent me a tearful letter. She wanted to know what went wrong? Was it because of her bad English? Was it because I didn’t like listening to her talk about Korea? Why did I stop writing? Read the rest of this entry

A New Chapter For My Book?

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* The above image is from Quid Pro Quills.

So, I am already back from my job interview. It’s 1.35 a.m. in Singapore right now so technically, I am talking about the interview I attended yesterday.

It went well but, on the other hand, it didn’t.

It went well because I got the job the moment I walked in. I was told to fill in an employee form and that’s that.

They even offered me a salary that’s higher than I had expected.

So why, did I say, it didn’t go well when seen from another angle?

That’s because I was so nervous during the interview that I just signed everywhere they told me to, without reading carefully.

Well… That wouldn’t be as dangerous as some of you might think. The security agencies here use the same format for their employee forms and contracts. More or less.

There’s more. It was only after I left the office when I discovered that I never did receive my copy of the employment contract. Nowadays, most agencies do hand a copy of the employment contract to their employees. Maybe it’s not the practice of this particular agency? I checked their background on the internet, and according to their webpage, they were established back in 1970s. That might explain their way of doing things. Some of the agencies I worked for between 1999 and 2003 never did give me copies of my employment contract either.

But because I don’t have a copy of the contract and because I don’t recall signing anything that says how much I should be paid, I am worried.

Still, I did manage to wrangle a promise (verbal) from the manager to pay me weekly advances. $200 per week. Payable every Tuesday. So we will know next Tuesday if they are honorable and honest.

The job seems easy and will allow me to write on the job so I will gamble a bit.

I am also a little excited. Like what if they go back on their word and refuse to pay me my weekly advance? Wouldn’t that give me the opportunity to “promote” the agency on the internet? Guards Gone Wild! is basically a whistle-blower’s account of the the security industry. It’s unpublished because it has been rejected by the publishers in Singapore but if something like an agency scamming my pay comes to light, that might give me the chance to turn around and tell those publishers:

“See? I did say more people need to know about the scams going on in this industry. That way, less people will get cheated.”

And my book gains a new chapter.

Loh Teck Yong

New Job Anxiety

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* The above image is from Everyday Health.

Have you ever gotten anxious over starting a new job?

Feel free to share your stories here! I will start the ball rolling!

Here’s my story.

Being a partial hikikomori, I always get nervous whenever I have to go work at a new place.

My anxiety would usually clear up after getting paid for the first time.

This time, I received an offer to work at a 1-person assignment. I should be feeling less nervous since I won’t have to deal with colleagues or managers. But I still can’t help feeling nervous.

Because, this time, the stakes are high. I have to save up enough money for my book publishing effort plus enough to live for a while. Because waiting for the designer to finish with the cover design and the layout artist to complete her work and the printers to finally print and bind the book will take a while.

After that, I will have to hawk my book at public venues, because brick-and-mortar bookstores don’t carry self-published titles. That means I have to pay rent for my booth before getting paid.

Before all that, months before I get everything ready, I will probably have to spend hundreds on Facebook ads.

So yeah, I am feeling pretty nervous.

I also have to wonder what will become of my fitness by then. I have just started running 2.4 kilometer runs at the park. Slowly going back to my peak period in the army. Now, I have to take a long long break from exercising. I have already mentioned this in another blog post, but I will say it again here. It’s nearly impossible to find the time and energy to exercise properly when you have to work for 72 hours per week. Add in the traveling time and it comes to around 84 hours per week.

So I am nervous. And scared. Because how many more years can I throw away? I don’t have that many years left to attempt to master the martial arts anymore. If I grow fat and lethargic as a security guard, my dream of martial art mastery will be for naught!

At the age of 41, this security guard who’s attempting to become a writer AND a martial artist is feeling anxious about his future…

Loh Teck Yong

Six Sites That Pay For Flash Fiction and Poetry

Check out the sites, my fellow writers! 🙂

A Writer's Path

by Robert Turner

List is current for July 2017.

If like a lot of struggling authors you are desperate to get your work sold, why not downscale a little? Try your hand at writing flash fiction or short stories.

The sites listed below will pay you for your submissions if they are accepted, you’ll get yourself published and you might even be able to afford ribbon for your typewriter.

The sites vary in their submission requirements, so do spend the time looking through these carefully before you submit. Up to 20 percent of submissions don’t comply and get binned immediately. The links will take you to the submission pages.

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