Before my father retire, I only get to see my father twice every
year... Due to the nature of my father's job scope, he need to do
frequent very long travel... Before I continue, I got to make it
clear that my father does not have mistress...
here's one of the experience that I want to share :
I remembered one of my job in poly attachment is wire installation.
I was working under a very niao boss. So everyday, the boss will
drop some of the attachment students with experience technicians to
different construction work site. For those who do not noe how
construction site is like, it is urine smell everywhere, there is
no "clean" location for u to snake, it is basically a place where
bird cant lay egg...
As I remember, one fine day, I was on top of the ladder doing wire
installation when suddenly an indian national man approached,
molested (grab) my buttock and smile at me... I was stun and (dont
noe how to say... girls will noe :p)
The experience technician saw and he shout "cb, u got nothing to
do, is it ??? Wait... Later, I tell boss then u noe"
The indian national man got scared and walk away.
The technician say " tat XXXXXX ( I dont want to be racist) cb 1...
U no need to be afraid... next time, if disturb u, u come n tell
me... I will f him and tell boss... that indian guy's son is in
india doing his degree... that indian guy really need the job. So
he hum chee 1... boss tell him to do wat he will do wat 1 "
After listening to what the technician, I forgotten all the case. I
began think of my father that is often in oversea.
Does he suffer the same mental stress as the indian guy ???
Does he work just for a future for his kids in Singapore ???
How does it feels like leaving his family in Singapore, work in
foreign countries and especially the working condition is one of
the worst in that country???
Will my father be as wierd as that indian guys sometimes when in
overseas???
Is my father under dog leash tied by his employer??
Somehow, I began to respect tat indian guy more after I learnt the
truth... And my heart is moved by a molest... BTW, I am a guy and
this happens many years ago... so dont say me ku niang...
