i think i’m entitled to a little whining.
my extended family is generally speaking.. small. aside from my dad (paternal side), i’ve got three aunts, one of which is not married. two uncles, one of which is not married.
that essentially means i get 3 angpows a year, plus two random relatives that i’m not even sure i’m related to. i think it’s my grandmother’s sister, and her son’s family, so that makes.. five angpows a year, right? these angpows usually don’t break the $20 dollar mark, as they should, because, y’know, we’re not exactly close anyway. i can accept that. it’s a “token sum” sort of thing, anyway.
the thing here is that i have never hit the three-digit mark for angpow collection whereas most kids in Singapore regularly hit the three digit mark (i.e $X00) and they do it pretty comfortably, too. they hit upwards of 100++, 200++, etc, and sometimes you even see people whining on facebook that “oh why this year angpow marnee so little, 400 dollar nia” and all that shit.
it’s a regular source of resentment for me. i instinctively go “FUCK THESE KIDS!” and prepare my sour grapes for lunch.. or dinner.. or whatever. poor man no 3 meals a day what.
but THAT CHANGED THIS YEAR. YOU KNOW WHY?
BECAUSE MY BOSS GAVE ME AN ANGPOW THAT HAD TWO HONEST-TO-GOD BLUE YUSOF BIN ISHAKS.
that’s a hundred dollars. that’s three digits.
three, magnificent digits.
I love my boss.
(p.s: I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad, that one man’s angpow to his non-blood-related worker can actually be more than my extended family’s angpow money combined.)
