Filthy Rich
Friday, February 17, 2006
The term filthy rich can really take on a literal meaning now; after my new boss told me about how the really rich people dress like,um, perfectly ordinary people.
Anyway, my morning started with Alan-
Flipping through today's copy of Classified ads, he mumbled, 'Today dunno got anyone bankrupt anot..'
'Bankrupt?' I looked up with a wry smile on my face ( I was wrapping burberry ties up).
'Yeah, many people go bankrupt a day. They have to put up a notice what, to annouce they're bankrupt.'
And I thought to myself, I thought they were so broke now they had to live in boxes, where on earth did they get the money to put up a notice for their bankruptcy??!
'hmm okay..' I say trying to concentrate on the wrapping which looks really shabby all thanks to my 'nimble' fingers.
'Maybe there's an auction site from someone who's bankrupt, then I can go pick up some cheap stuff, like a new com for us.' he says somewhat gaily.
'Uh-huh..' ( This guy opens me up to a whole new world of money and business)
'There~!' He cries out truimphantly, shoving a list of about 50 names of bankrupt people. All bankrupt. He doesn't seem at all sympathetic.
'WAH~! Why so many?!' I cry out too- the list is terribly long. With their full names and address. So check every Friday on ST's class ads to check if any of your biz partners names are there.
Geez, despite a module in Print Essentials, I had absolutely no idea ST's classified ads had a weekly section for the bankrupt. To think I studied that module. That ought to be the stuffs we learn, not the definition of... a... whatzat cost per centimetre per thousand readers dunno what column. As if your future boss would test you on that.
Oh yes, back to my first para, about filthy rich one.
Later on some uncle in a typical blue checkered shirt came up and talked to Alan.
While I continued wrapping quite un-skillfully, I hate how tape keeps sticking to my nails and my fingers and ugh! But yeah...
He sat down on his chair and said ' dont see that uncle like that ar.. He owns this building.'
Btw, this building is the building I am currently working in.. which is damn far away, which i call ooloo ooloo place... which is somewhere in the middle of Toa Payoh and Paya Lebar, called Tat Wan Building, 5 storeys high, but I am starting to like it. =)
'He owns that blue mercedes car below. His brother owns the black one. '
And I start wondering why everyone is making so much money while I am suffering with being penniless working at $5 an hr under Alan. He should increase my pay, I hope he does.
'Last time I met this uncle, friend of a friend, he wore white ah-pek shorts and singlet everyday. Everyday leh! Like some uncle lar.' Alan begins distastefully.
'So anyway... We were talking and I asked where shall we go for lunch? How bout the kopitiam nearby? And uncle said Grand Hyatt Hotel! With his ah pek white shorts and slippers he walked right into Hyatt and said he only eats at hotels! And his ugly white ah pek shorts are from Hugo!!'
My eyes are widened in interest and surprise.
I have plenty to learn from this man, I thought.
'The richer they are, the less the show off. Instead only the not so rich ones like to show off and wear nice clothes and all. Fake one lar.' Alan dismisses them with a wave of his hand.
'Eh go eat lunch lar. Let me finish wrapping for you.' He dismisses me with a wave of his hand too.
Alan looks nice and normal but something tells me he is a shrewd business man!
Oh and Alan is only 27 but already his own boss.
Kelly G
11:48 PM
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