workmate in cake factory

I like the guy working with me at the factory. He is a good workmate.

He is called Serene, from Sri Lanka. Short and thin, big eyes, thick lips, curve hair, dark skin, fairly typical Indian appearance. By the way, I always wonder why Indians are categorized to the White, they are so dark… Not racist, I am just confused.

Anyway, he is very funny and kind. As you know, I am always very heavy-handed, that is why you have to look after me as a baby, even wrap the hot coffee glass with the napkin for me. So does him. I mean, he always look after me, too. He taught me how to use the stove: always light the outside circle first, then turn the inside on. Don’t burn yourself, he said, I like you as you are.

The other time I forgot where did I put the water, so the boss asked me, where do you think you are? In picnic? That is work, and I have been used to it. Later Serene called me. I thought he was giving me some new tasks. Cheering up, I quickly walked towards him. However, it was not a new task. He comforted me while cooking the syrup, don’t take it personally, Angela, be strong. At the moment I felt so moved, and relax. Thank you Serene.

He is not only kind to me, but also to other staff. He takes care of everyone. He always finds something to do for the new staff, as he knows it is not a good feeling that missing out what to do under the boss’s eyes.

Serene plans to travel around Australia in the next five year. Good luck to him!