The MayBank Story...

Since there no one blogging le then me blog a lttile short story to breathe some life back to the blog. The story might sound abit like complains but it is anyway......just want to let out some stupid feeling i having nowaday before it explode inside.



Chapter 1: The devil fire



The second hand hit 12, it was 6.10pm. 300 more "tick" of the second hand and it would be game over. i was READY, very single muscles cell was ready to dash out of the door when a pile of application forms was smacked onto my table. "please rush these for me, thanks!" was what i heard if u exclude the "bang" sound when the forms hit the table. The U on my face changed to n instanlty.



Thats what happened on most of my days in MayBank. Working OT is nothing if i were to say, what matters is the fact and the thought that you are still earning 5 bucks an hour even in OT!!! The more u think about it, the more unsettled and frustrated u become. Its like a devil fire burning from deep within and is straining my mental limts to the extreme!! Sometime i really like just tearing the application form to shreds, don give a damm, and just take off but the word "responsibilty" is like a 1000kg leg chain holding you back.

My mum told me not to play with fire when i was young but now a devil fire resides deep within. i have no ideas how to pull it out but i am sure i will soon....



Chapter 2: The two words killer.



I was becoming more sian at Maybank with each passing days. My "sianness" reaches its peak when i heard the story of a guy whose first name was ONG and last name was JIE...One fine monday afternoon after having a good lunch and rest over the weekends, jie feel so motivated and energetic that he think he could stop 100 rampaging bulls. He told himself, "i could do it, man! "



He paused to check his workload after rushing for a couple of hours and yes, he on track to finish his work before 6pm. just when he thought he should slow down a little, a lady walk over and dump another stack of application on his table. "Aiyah! just rush finish the existing applications and try to do as much of the new appl. as possible till 6.15pm" he thought, afterall he was so motivated that he can stop 100 bulls.



But all it took was 2 words from the lady to kill and piss him off....' BY TODAY!!' The energetic guy was totally beaten when he heard the two killer words, not because the lady that said it isnt a chiobu but the fact that the two words is make up of 101 rampaging bull compact and squeeze into them--1 more than what he can handle.



Chapter 3: The stretcher



The colleauge are generally nice and friendly people but then there is this thing called the stretcher in the bank. Not those stretcher use by the ST JOHN, stretcher here refer to a group of people witht the ability to stretch an hour work to 2 and a half hours. i really give it to these guys man, afterall they can be sit and reach champion anytime, anyplace, anywhere!!! Fake Fake look ocuppied and very busy at times till the clock hit 6.15pm. If you can see them still working 15mins past 6.15pm, faster look out of the window, A pig is FLYing over the rainbow.



To sum the whole experience in maybank so far up, i ended up with a sentence...



By author: MrFtheMaybank.