You know your job's getting to you when you actually recognise the frames people are wearing, and worse, when you actually recognise your customers on the streets. I find doing the latter rather disturbing.
For instance, I'm in the MRT and I look to my left, and standing there is a inconspicuous lady who was in the shop a week ago, whom I'd tried serving only to find that she'd blatantly expressed her preference for the service of Chester, who is Boss No. 2 (ha I'd just succeeded in making him sound like a brand of fragrance). Now I'm not saying that's unfair or wrong, alot of people bypass me for Chester, I mean even I would bypass me for Chester (but hey I'm not saying my service isn't good -- a lady customer of mine bought me 5 Crystal Jade char siew puffs. But then again it might have been due to the $100 discount Boss No. 1 gave to her. Or how about the time the elderly Thai couple asked me if I'd ever been to Thailand, and even kindly asked me to visit? And I'm almost certainly sure that in the event that I drop in on them when I'm ever in Thailand all I'd get is a "Who are you?"). Back to the inconspicuous lady, the very thing I'd noticed about her was her timidity, and I (unsurprisingly) noticed that about her again when I saw her in the train. Oh well.
Or how about the time at Clarke Quay. I heard a deep voice giving directions, to which I turned my head only to see a face belonging to a man that I would only have seen in the course of work because there is absolutely nowhere else in my memory that I can recall me having an acquaintanceship with him. Yes, that was a customer alright.
Enough of work.
I've got to go clean up some tombstones now.