The one in Yuen Long, HK. What a way to start your work life eh?? I think that was the only McDonalds in the whole of New Territories back then. Before that, we had to go all the way to Kowloon or HK island to get a Big Mac. In those days, McDonalds was considered a treat. Yuck!!! I’ll take a bowl of wonton mee anyday!
Damn those Chinese made us earn our wages. There was particularly one short chubby supervisor named “Billy” who was way over the top. We all hated him.
But the coworkers were cool though. Older Chinese ladies were fun to talk to and the younger chicks were really cute. There were two whose faces are etched in my memory: ‘June’ (real name Wong Lai Ming) and ‘Apple‘. They were hot, nice and funny. We Gurkhey boys competed for June’s attention. I thought she liked me but everybody else believed the same thing too! Then we saw her boyfriend one day: a really ugly acne-infested skinny Chink! His face had more craters than the surface of the moon!!! Ha ha ha…. Ahh those were the days.
Seeing butt-ugly Chinese boys making out/hanging out with beautiful angel faced Chinese girls baffled us all the time.
I quit after 3 weeks cuz I simply couldn’t handle the pressure. My beautiful delicate hands were ill suited to shovel French fries on commercial scale.
Sangay Je, i guess more than sharing it as a first job experience, Huuum you are sharing about your first crush with chinies chicks, aren't you not? ha ha ha.... its seems like, more then a decade old pain is hidden somewhere in your heart...o no...ha ha ha.
I think we should thank that chinies guy, who dragged her apart from your sight. THANK GOD. (I am thanking him for reason)Other wise,today you may not be here among us. Among sherpa society. (if ever you were ended up with that chinies gal, perhpas today you were busy like a slave 4 her and have no time to log onto sherpakyiduk site)
I AM GLAD YOU are among us contributing to sherpa society....
Well, i found this topic pretty revealing. My first job was cleaning in a daycare, here at Toronto in year 2000. That was a part time job.I was attending highschool those day. I was not entitled to work, as i was taking govt welfare at side. I worked around 3 weeks,but memories are still fresh. If i trun the pages of my journal, i can tell, i learned the value of TIME and MONEY in tender age, after having that first paid job experience in life. In my view,WORK IS WORK. I respect with no different perception. Doesn't matter what kind it is, either its a cleaning job/ dish washing or factory blue color labour. So, those who never worked in life , don't hasitate to work, either low paid or low level . Experience can be gained step by step, to be an expert.
I thought Sangay was telling his tale of his first stint at Mc Donalald's but then it veered off to a different story. But first job is something you can never forget especially for us from Nepal where we are not used to working until we come to a really ripeful age of working.
So here I go with my first job. It was selling jwellery on 5th Avenue sidewalk in NY and the first day's pay was a mere $20. Not a very firm beiliever of anything that has to do with pooja etc... I wanted to do something special with my first pay ever. Kept that same $20 bill for a while.
In about a couple of months, I found out that a Tibetan friend was going to Dharamsala, India. Having seen Dharamsala's great monasteries, I asked him if he could use that SAME $20 bill to use it to light a big butter lamp at 'Chukla-khang'. Sure he says.
He leaves for Dharamsala and comes back in a few weeks. After being back for a few weeks and seeing him a numurous times, I thank him for what he did for me. But, one day, we go to a bar to hang out and after a few drinks, he aplogises to me and says, "I never lighted the lamp you asked to, so here's your twenty dollars." Well I bought him and others a round of beer.
