Harsh working condition

I did many jobs b4 n definitely more to come. So far, most of the jobs I did were rather pleasant, where bosses r more like friends n colleagues r friends. So I guess it is time to enter the typical ideal sort of office in the real world. Just as everyone can imagine n c in films. Where work piles up to the brim. Where colleagues r all smiling backstabbing bastards, n even cold-blooded front stabbers. Not to mention the supervisors who can't wait to eat u up. N at the top of the most wanted list is the boss. He is a cunning, treacherous, evil, monster, devil n earthworm. Really.

Yeah, it is my 2nd week into my data entry job. The name of the company n location I shall nt reveal to protect myself. (Ya rite.) Everyday, my duty is to tear open envelops, sort the cheques n rubbish inside. N sit in front of the com for hours, keying bank acc num n amount. I didn't know I can type so freaking fast, my eyes glued to the screen n my fingers dancing on the num pad. It is an office wth diff departments, handling all the cheques frm diff bank. N u be surprised how many cheques come in everyday, 10 of thousands...

Work is crazy, hardcore ot is a must everyday n the num of staff is barely adequate, squeezing all the juice frm every poor souls. The moment u slow down or slacken, u become so outstanding frm the crowd tt seeks immediate attention. The supervisors n bosses r all eagle eyes, full eye power that resesemble whips, raining down on us mercilessly to make sure we work like dogs. They sneak behind u to watch. They watch u frm far. They r everywhere. Yeah, nv a moment u can escape their scrutiny, paid solely for the purpose of adding an element of motivation, or rather stress. Worse, they r forever nagging us to hurry up even if u work at superman rate, it will nt stop. The tension n pressure is immense, even talking can kill.

Today, one of the temp staff was fired. Honestly, I was shocked coz he did nt commit any big mistake though he probably left a poor impression. I definitely felt it was too harsh. The boss was pointing at us to her supervisors n we gt a scolding again for things we dunno. Shug, tt life as a newbie. I was rather impressed tt she was really observing us so hard n picking up every minor details of nt working hard enuff. Scary, she is scary. Luckily, I managed to get just the right ppl to work wth me, kiasu n pierre. We r the famous hardworking trio, owing much to enick munir for rubbing off some of his sickening wayang skills. I think v few of my other frenzs can survive this job. Yup, it is a gm of survivor.

I think I am being targeted already. For slopping on the chair, my back sitting actually lolz. But so far, my typing speed has done well to keep those whippers' mouths shut. But, I guess the boss think I am a slacker judging frm my sitting posture.So frm tmr onward, I going to wayang to the max... I gonna sit the perfect upright posture n when the whippers come ard, I gonna type so fast n furious. My face fierce n garang. My eyes full with passion n fire. My veins popping frm exertion. I hear nothing...