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By Jacelyn Lim
In the midst of searching for that “perfect holiday job”, I felt like my friends were slowly morphing into sloths.
Meet Mr Sloth who lives to sleep and eat. He moves so slow he’d resemble your grandpa walking on the streets.
While I can’t comprehend the extent of procrastination some of my friends have adopted, many people have also questioned my sanity when I applied for an office job with fixed working days when I could - and should, as my aching tendons tried to convince me- have rested for the next 6 months while taking up a temporary job.
In fact, many of my friends are still taking their time AS JANUARY BEGINS TO BID FAREWELL, in finding one.
“This job’s paying me too low.”
“This job requires me to SWEEP THE FLOOR.”
“All the workers there are foreigners.”
“The uniform is so ugly!”
“I have to wake up at 7am if I were to work here!”