so i've been working and i hate working at toy r' us.
i used to be jobless and life that time was a lil boring.
so i thought i was deprived of a job. and a job could kill my time.
and at same time, earn some cash. but i got hired by the wrong company.
toys r' us may seem fun and fun. but when you're employed.
they overwork you like hell. they're very good at manipulating part-timers.
i hate their attitude. they always think they should make us work harder.
so we can familarise with their toys and all their craps.
i dont understand their system of flushing out all the toys to make
the whole shops looks more packed and full.
i mean so what if its all full and packed up but most of the toys' packeging
re damaged, torn and tattered. ha. do you think ppl would still buy those
torn and damaged toys. hell no, and moreover, this is singapore.
you know how kiasu ppl is and how demanding they can be.
toys r' us wants us to serve customer nicely, but look,
they're not treating us any little bit of manners or well-being.
and yet you can tell us right in our face that we should treat customer well.
so what if im not your customer. im your worker and i insist
i should received a certain amount of respect and welfare.
they thought that they're managers and have all the rights in the world.
making us work over stated time and work like theres no tomorrow.
for their information, i dont owe them any living.
you're a malay and you fancy calling me cheena.
how racist can you get? i dont like racist. thats hard fact.
do you think ill be mean to call you back melayu manager.
im not dumb, and i know with that, you'd gimme hell.
fuck hirrman. im telling you this straight. i was gonna respect you.
but i dont know what got into you and that you cant talk nicely t me?
i didnt offend or obstruct you in any way. im not respecting you no more.
you asked me to look into your eyes when you scold me. i looked.
but do you think i give a damm to what you said. you said i was new.
the very second day, you thought i was superman and
ill know every litte thing inside out.
you told me to do something. but i wasn't sure how to.
so i need to clarify with you.
i asked you a question when you finished your line.
i thought your conservation with him was over.
but you scold me cause you said i interrupted you.
you said i dont have manners.
do you think that i can read your mind bout when
yyou're gonna finish your conversation.
ha. im not psychic and i dont read minds.
at least i didnt ask my qns when you're half-way speaking your line.
you're the manager. in that situation, i got no rights.
hell you think you're superior. fuck off with that.
i conclude that he SO lack of some love and care.
someone needs to shower him with that.
but on the other hand, whose gonna like that kinda of man?
probably, he's too stressed up with life or work or both,
and need to relieve his stress and sadly, dont have to time, only at work,
he can relieve stress as he's such a workaholic.
he talks like he scolds and he scolds like he talks.
meaning: he dont talk, he only scolds.
if you people dont like the word scold. ill replace it, "speaking rudely"
im rude or not mannered and that made him well-mannered.
i thought i was polite but he said i was rude as i interrupted.
he thinks that my concept of well manners is wrong.
and i need to be taught some manners.
we humans, likes to be pampered and happend to dislike such screwed-up person.
be it his voice and his looks. its tormenting, jus looking at him.
he thought that talking a lil loudly with that screwed-up face of his
is so alright to us. but alas, he didnt realise that that's rude and
people like us mistaken that he's scolding us or speaking rudely.
he needs to know his manners or should i say volume of his.
since he thinks he's well-mannered enough to face people.
and his idea of manners is prefectly correct.
how not self-awared is he.
he seriously need some time to sit down and reflect bout himself.
maybe some time isnt enough, take all your time, take it all.
maybe after a while of the job, i guess im deprived of life now.
maybe not. maybe i jus need a job with less fucking ill-mannered manager.
im job-hopping. im sure. i dont care if im gonna be jobless.
i dont mind being a bum.
Jesse Mccartney - Beautiful Soul.
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
