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Tuesday, December 20

my 2nd day off

well, believe it or not, it's my day off AGAIN. This time it's on a tuesday, last week was on a thursday. It seems like I'm always on an early impromptu notice a day before my actual day off. For next week, my day off will be on a monday since I gave my word to a friend to exchange his day off on friday so he could celebrate his sister's birthday on that day being the noble being that I am. (bleks)

Nevertheless, I spent my day today as constructive as ever. Went to school for my student's testimonial, forecast result and my computer class certificate, gosh.. the school clerk has got to put in some effort and initiative for the student's interest, took me 3 trips back and fourth just to be at the exact time where the clerk is actually present for my documents, sheesh. I drove home later and had lunch out with dad. After that, hung out with a friend around town and a few rounds of arcade gaming. I saw this wicked Adidas shoe at Lea Centre parkson, and my first pay check ever is going out for it!

Going back to work tomorrow. Worst is that the boss is coming back and thus marks the period of reckoning where politics arise and responsibilies are burdened. Sometimes, I really wonder why humans can't be nice by nature and rude by force? As a sales promoter, I'm obligated to attend and serve each and every single customer that steps in the store. It just infuriates me that stuck-up and arrogant customers (the majority and potential rich spenders) never even offer a glance or a decent respond when I greet them upon entry. I always felt this urge to grab hold of their heads and greet them with a big smile expecting a respond from the customer as little as a raised cheek. Now is that too much to ask!? Honestly, I dare say that it's really fucked up that people like that actually exists. Owh well, I can't do anything about it but suck it in. But I must say, tolerance has it's limits.

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Dezmond sprouts at 12/20/2005 11:56:00 PM | Permalink


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went to look for u .. and u're not there. off day ma...

By Blogger TanPuiWen, at 9:37 PM  

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