My day passed in a blur of meetings with snatches of time for clearing my work. It was a struggle for me as as I hadn't slept well the night before.
In the lift to the ground floor, I greeted a cleaner auntie carrying two bags of faintly 'aromatic' rubbish.
"Going home?" she asked.
"Yes, thankfully," I replied. "What about you?"
"I work late till 10pm."
"Oh, you start work late?"
She paused for an embarrassed moment and said, "No, er, I work from 7am to 10pm. 15 hours."
I gaped at her. "You must be tired!"
"We just do what we have to do," she said with another embarrassed smile.
I walked out of the lift feeling two-feet tall. Here I was complaining about a hectic work day. And there the cleaner auntie lives a 15-hour work day simply because she has to.
That's what I should call tough.
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Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Eye-catching procession
Monday, February 22, 2010
Cute oldie in train
My attention was caught by that little blue towel on her head. I thought, "Not another weirdo in public," then refrained myself.
This cute old lady may look silly vis-a-vis current societal norms, but she is one of those who went before us slogging away to gain the 'future' we have now.
Education is a good leveller of the playing field, true. Let us not forget and disdain though those who did not have that benefit, what more them who paid, in a way, for that levelling.
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