When I first came back from the UK, I was earning a meagre salary of RM1,600. Within 6 months, I’d fought my way up to RM2,500. After a year, I switched jobs and earned RM3,500. Being a young, foolish girl of the world earning my own dough, I was not in the least bit prudent with money. And it was a lot of money too those days. What more, I had no expenses whatsoever except for my car monthly instalments.
Then.
I had an argument with my mother one day and walked out of her house. I’d had enough of living under her tight rules of the home and decided to be independent. I wanted to show her that I could live on my own and be good at it. Of course at the time, the actions pulled faster than the neuron connections and by the time I found out I needed more money than I had to pay for an apartment lease deposit, I’d already said enough to my mother that I couldn’t change my mind about moving out. Frivolous shopping is what a new employee does with all her spare cash. Then the fucking realisation that I had to do my own laundry, clean my own apartment and cook for one.
Not wanting to eat humble pie, I went to my boss and asked him for a cash advance. Thankfully, he was really helpful and loaned me the money I needed to put down for an apartment deposit. Or I’d be playing musical friend’s homes before living on the streets.
It wasn’t an easy thing to do, asking my boss for this favour. If I’d known about the existence of other cash advance options, I would definitely have NOT asked my boss for any favours. Because I always felt that I owed him something and I’d much rather have owed a corporation than owe someone a personal favour.
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