Few weeks ago, I met a lady inside the mrt.  She could recognise my look but not my name, I could remember her name as Alice.  She was once my supervisor when I worked as a temporary salesgirl in a departmental store selling electrical appliances during my school vacation when I was young.  There were many stories I can actually share with you, but it will be very lengthy if I were to write now.  As you know, in my life, I have encountered many interesting happenings, I may share with you more other time.  I now share with you one encounter about Alice and me.  Let me rewind the clock to many years ago, when I was at my sweet 16. 

Alice was the supervisor of Thomas and me, she was older than us.  Thomas and I were of the same age, we were having our long vacation after our examinations.  Though I was a quiet and timid girl, I could talk with Thomas talkatively when only he and me around.  He was two months younger than me but yet I treated him as my mentor as he joined earlier and he taught me a lot of things.  I disliked Alice somehow as I noticed that she was very grouchy and fussy, whatever I did, she would criticise though I helped them with a lot of sales at the end of the day and they were actually satisfied with my job performance.  However, Alice treated Thomas much better than me as firstly, she preferred boys to girls, secondly, Thomas was brighter than me.  She always praised Thomas at my presence but I was not jealous at all as I agreed that he was better than me in many areas, moreover Thomas was a very nice boy.  When Alice was not around, Thomas and I would talk a lot, he always mentioned to me that Alice was actually quite nice but I so far had not discover anything nice about her, but I always reminded myself that probably I have not discovered the goodness of Alice and Thomas could be right. 

We worked with shift, if we worked night shift, at 10pm we would knock off and a regular group of people would dash to the lunch room (yes, they really “dashed”) as the staff of the snacks section would leave the balance snacks which were not sold out at the lunch room and these group of people would help themselves by transferring them to plastic bags or containers and they would bring home the snacks as much as they could.  It’s not wrong to do that, rather than wasting food, why not, but this group of people, the way they dashed to the lunch room was very unpleasant as they would run instead of walk.  Being a timid girl, I never had a chance to do so, I would go home straight away, did not bother about it.