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Saturday, March 14, 2009
Bad day
I sacrificed my sleep for work in case I oversleep. I thought work would turn out fine since I was told that I am going to work till only 3pm at SBE.
I was wrong, so darn wrong.
That fat bao asked me if I could extend till 6pm and I said I couldn't. He asked why, I told him I made plans. He didn't bloody listen, why bother to ask? Fuck you hard. I never work at Tram 1 before and I heard it will be crowded and I am bad at controlling crowds and I hate working at Tram stations and I don't know a single fuck of what I am suppose to do there. I am not even angry at Fid, I was just feeling groggy but that Fat bao couldn't stop his assumptions. Fuck fat.
Fat bao kept asking me whether I am close to Shila because I guess he probably think that we are always skipping work together which is true sometimes but not all the time. Ah.
At the start of the day, I kept taking in all those nags and shit from this and that.
And that fucked up racist shit tram supervisor, I wanted to spit at his face.
Then it started to rain heavily. I was concentrating on the guests, bringing them into the tram and do my fucking best to not let them get caught in the rain. I totally forgot about the bloody rostrum where I placed my cash box and my tickets on. I see the raindrops on my tickets, forming patterns, very pretty(sacarsm). Very clever. I was soaking wet by then. Top to toe. I am serious. Very serious. I tried to shift the rostrum but its so heavy I wanted to die. I thought I just keep the cashbox safe and dry will do. Little did I realise that I never lock that fucking cash box. As I lift the shit, all the notes and coins drop. Best part was, I didn't want to do anything. I kept looking at the ground, full of hundreds of dollars. All in a pool of rainwater. I didn't want to do much. I was pissed, upset, irritated. Then, I slowly pick all the money up and I know I am going to suffer a huge shortage. Bitch.
I broke my sandals on the way back to tally the money. My hair was soaking wet, like one fucking mad woman, my skin crumpled, my toes too. I was shivering at ticketing booth while counting the money. Point is, I had a really bad day. I really had a bad day.
I was wrong, so darn wrong.
That fat bao asked me if I could extend till 6pm and I said I couldn't. He asked why, I told him I made plans. He didn't bloody listen, why bother to ask? Fuck you hard. I never work at Tram 1 before and I heard it will be crowded and I am bad at controlling crowds and I hate working at Tram stations and I don't know a single fuck of what I am suppose to do there. I am not even angry at Fid, I was just feeling groggy but that Fat bao couldn't stop his assumptions. Fuck fat.
Fat bao kept asking me whether I am close to Shila because I guess he probably think that we are always skipping work together which is true sometimes but not all the time. Ah.
At the start of the day, I kept taking in all those nags and shit from this and that.
And that fucked up racist shit tram supervisor, I wanted to spit at his face.
Then it started to rain heavily. I was concentrating on the guests, bringing them into the tram and do my fucking best to not let them get caught in the rain. I totally forgot about the bloody rostrum where I placed my cash box and my tickets on. I see the raindrops on my tickets, forming patterns, very pretty(sacarsm). Very clever. I was soaking wet by then. Top to toe. I am serious. Very serious. I tried to shift the rostrum but its so heavy I wanted to die. I thought I just keep the cashbox safe and dry will do. Little did I realise that I never lock that fucking cash box. As I lift the shit, all the notes and coins drop. Best part was, I didn't want to do anything. I kept looking at the ground, full of hundreds of dollars. All in a pool of rainwater. I didn't want to do much. I was pissed, upset, irritated. Then, I slowly pick all the money up and I know I am going to suffer a huge shortage. Bitch.
I broke my sandals on the way back to tally the money. My hair was soaking wet, like one fucking mad woman, my skin crumpled, my toes too. I was shivering at ticketing booth while counting the money. Point is, I had a really bad day. I really had a bad day.