Work

More thoughts when passing by the hawker centre near my place.

Its almost 10, but some vendors are still hanging around. This man was having his meal... this old couple was still at their stall, probably preparing for the next day. The shops nearby are packing and keeping their stuff. Was thinking about the people making cups and cups of kopi and teh every single day. Do they make each cup and wonder if it tastes good? Do people at the Malay stall feel happier when they fried an exceptionally lovely batch of goreng pisang that day? What is it that keep the hawkers going every single day? Money? Earning a living? Or immense pride in what they are cooking up each day?

There is a mattress shop, furniture shop and Good price shop around the area and i have passed by these places just before the shutters are down. Do you know how much stuff they bring out and keep every single day?!
Must be so tiring to have to bring everything out when they open in the mornings and squeeze everything back at the end of the day!

Should we feel guilty that we are always complaining about our work? How stressful our work is, how difficult our bosses/clients are? Surely... doing all these are more mundane and tiring? Do they have a choice? Do we have a choice? We do , most of the time ya...?

It is easy to say that we should always count our blessings. How easy is it for us to achieve that? Brings me to think about the sms-es on Monday. Was semi-complaining to D that Mondays are dreary. His reply was "Should we say: We're grateful that we are employed!"

Erm.