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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

i'm not paying for that, bitch!

i realise that i do not like working, ESPECIALLY when i'm working for a B-I-T-C-H! UUURGH!

i so cannot wait to be my own boss.

nothing, except for the music selection, has improved. everything has been going downhill. i used to look forward to work everyday. now, i just plain loathe it, ESPECIALLY when i know i'll be working with hayati. stupid bitch, I HATE YOU!

bitch is always unreasonable. it's crazy! today, i used up a newer batch of egg and mayo mix for a sandwich order and she went berserk! she scolded me for not using the older batch. like, bitch! you think i have x-ray vision? it was hidden underneath the condiment counter, you imbecile! oh, and why was it hidden? it's past its expiry date! now the world knows, bitch! BURN IN EGG & MAYO HELL, bride of satan reincarnated!

anyway, she then ordered me to sell the remaining two portions of that older expired batch before closing time today or i would have to pay for it. WHAT DID YOU SAY?! yea, i really wanted to scream at her, but i didnt. i am such a coward, i know. well, i really thought of doing it, but just backed out at the last moment. i'll do it the next time she goes insane, dont worry. because, why not? i have nothing to lose. NOTHING. i shout, she gets angry, then what? she fires me? oh gawd, i hope that happens.

thank goodness i do NOT have to see her face for a few days since she'll be in KL. i hope you crash off the highway into the hutan, lose your way in there and get chased by pontianak when you make your trip down south, hitler wannabe! I HATE YOU!

so, about having to sell the remaining two portions... i did not even bother. HA! anisha, the other manager, told me i'd better sell them off or i'd probably get 'killed'. i just grunted a reply and carried on with my inane kitchen duties. i know she meant well, but i will not do that because it's just fucking idiotic! i mean, hayati can blame me, scold me, whatever if i used up that newer egg and mayo mix knowing where the older batch was. but really, did she tell me anything? NO. she just told anisha. she said i was supposed to be the cashier and in-charge of everything else except for the gourmet-related. but guess what, hayati! you expect me to just stand there, staring into space while there is a sandwich waiting to be made? anisha is busy with another customer, you are busy preparing some lattes, and you expect me to do NOTHING? harhar! so, of course i'd go prepare the sandwich, you fucktard! it's your own fault you did not tell me anything earlier. was the location a secret or something? if not, then why did you only tell anisha? why did you not tell me that too, huh? it's your fault and you decide to blame me? too outlet manager-ey to admit your own bloody mistake, arsehole? FUCK YOU! you say you assigned me to solely be the cashier when the daily position chart clearly stated that i was to be in charge of the gourmet orders? FUCK YOU! you think you're the manager and that allows you to bullshit? FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU VERY VERY MUCH!


Fuck You - Lily Allen

i love that song. anyway, let's say i did not go prepare that sandwich and just stood there doing nothing. do you know what would have happened? i would have been scolded too! scolded for just standing there! so yea, whatever i do, whatever the situation, will always get me in trouble. what a joke.

if you dont respect me, i will not respect you. and hayati, i think we've both lost respect for each other. me for you, because you're a crazy evil bitch. you for me, also because you're a crazy evil bitch.

i cant wait to complain to bell tomorrow. she's still the best compared to the other two.




i hit you and you sue me, i shoot you; get locked up, poor me.

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  • Anonymous Anonymous says so:
    24 March 2009 at 20:12  

    NICE SONG RIGHT??? I KNOW!! I JUST DEDICATED IT TO A FEW BITCHES I KNOW TOO!!! urgh top