In the 2nd and 3rd year I was at the uni. I worked in factories during the break so as to get dough to buy a motorcycle. The first one I worked at was a moulding factory that moulds small metal peices like the ones you could find connecting other metal objects like gates, hinges and doors. They were also making highway dividers and lamp posts.
My good looks and chraming personality got me into the highway divider unholy unit. With a supervisor from Bangladesh, I really felt at home in Malaysia. His instructions were fun to begin with and with some tutorial that included a lot of improvisations and guess work, I was announced to be ready to go solo on the 3rd day of work.
Work involved scrapping extra metal from the highway divider after it was galvanized. This was needed to be done as the crude moulding and galvanizing process would leave some blunt and sharp leftover zink on the edges of the dividers.
It was hard work and you could also accidently cut youself but of course nobody would do it intentionally unless you are Kim Jong Ill and this is the global equivalent of the metal factory. I found that the Malay songs sang with Bangladeshi rhythm by the supervisor and his unwitting back up singers helped with the actual scrapping. It must be due to the soothing rhythm or the slow building of develish anger that was pushing ever higher to the point of explosion like hot larva burning its way to the top, hot reddish smoking larva... and usually it was already 5pm and it was time to go home. This went on for a couple more days until I found the soothing rhythm cooling the larva and soon I was singing too.
The boss, a short chinese man, did not like the singing too and his larva must have blown his mountain tops many a time but being an efficient supervisor, he would not want to get in the way of productivity and employees' general happiness.
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