Here's a sneak peek of what I did at work today. Part of my job requires me to be a labourer. Here's why :

Packed papers like this, and files into boxes to be sent to the warehouse. Did about 14 boxes today with the help of a very nice senior assistant. Was told to take my time to bring these boxes down to the 21st floor, but me being me, I decided to do it all at one time since I didn't see any point dragging.



So, with my trusty trolley,



and carrying 3-4 boxes at a time, I proceeded down to the 21st floor, went through this door,



and then stacked the boxes according to its number.



Then, I had to wait for the lift,



to go up to my office which is on the 24th floor,



and continued doing the same routine until I finished loading all 14 boxes on the 21st floor. I did everything myself, from loading the boxes, to unloading, to opening the doors, to holding the lift, and to tapping the card to allow myself entrance. Are you impressed?

Oh yes, I came out from this door when I was on the 24th floor.



And since I'm talking about work, here are some pictures of my cubicle. I have a cubicle to myself. According to my colleague, it's like I'm living in landed property, and they, in HDB flats.

An overview of my neat table,



My treasure box which I made using photo paper and magazine paper. It is used to hold things like, big and small paper clips, staple bullets, and my car which was given to me by my colleague,



At the side bottom of my table is where I put my newspapers, magazines, story books, bible, and food!



and last but not least, this is a list I made for my own reference. Makes my job easier when I tend to the insureds at the counter. Instead of having to keep asking my colleagues, I took the initiative to find out for myself who's in charge of which vehicle number and their ext number.

Staring into the Abyss,