Annoying father? Annoying work?

Today I did something different from my normal vacation routine. I woke up at 6am to help out my father in my uncle’s factory selling business. Actually, today there is a special function, which is that NTU ordered a large piece of goods to be delivered and fixed up. I was called to help out that case.

Before reaching the factory, on routine, my father was telling me how tough life is, how youngsters should go out and endure some hardship or else we will just become useless bums. He talked about how tough his life was, my mother’s life was, and how he is trying to think of ways to help make his uncle’s business better, as times are not as good as before. It was early in the morning, and these words took a toil on me immediately when the first words came out. It felt sickening, for I thought I knew everything he has to say, and that I am better than a lot of youngsters out there. Then, it struck me. I am just another arrogant bum that thinks he knows everything there is about this world. My father’s words were about the same, but this time it had special meaning. I took time to think about my thoughts during the journey to the factory. No matter what, my father had gone through more things in his life than me, and I should respect what he has to say. Gladly, I realized my mistake, and tried my best to make the most out of my father’s words.

The day was nothing much, though I have to admit that I saw one particular cute girl in NTU that actually talked to me. She just asked me if I am going to the floor that she was going. I doubt she would realize that I am an undergrad from her ‘rival’ university, as I had an uncle's outlook (I did not care about my appearance today knowing that it was a day of contractor's work) as well as a trolley load of planks and boards. The day did humble me much, for 16 years of education did not prepare me for this day of screwing, bolting, moving, shifting and carrying. A routine contractor’s job, what my father and uncle did before they had their own men work for them. I was delegated the simplest of task, in case I screw up the screwing, haha…. Neither did anyone really want to give me any real work. I am supposedly the “Towkay’s Nephew”. I always feel my presence is a hindrance, blocking people's paths while they still have to keep track of my ‘progress’ at work. Worst of all, I took all of their slackest duties!!! How can such a person be welcomed at work right? What a day at work… What a day…