lemon.
i went to coffee bean after dinner just so i could return them their fugly uniform. after that, i was reminded how much of a fucking twat hayati is.
i return the apron, cap and name tag to her. then with a scowl on her face, she asks me where the shirts were. fuck! seeing her expression was almost enough for me to punch her jaw in. keep in mind that i paid a deposit of RM60 for them ugly stuff - apron, shirts, cap and name tag. so, of course when you dont say anything about returning me my money, i would automatically assume that i at least get to keep those brand new shits - i mean, shirts, because who the hell would want to wear secondhand shirts when they're gonna have to pay RM60 anyways? i mean, the aprons are ok, the caps borderline ok, but shirts?! if i were one of the new staff and i found out i'm paying RM60 to wear shirts other people have sweat, sneezed, wiped their nose shit on before, well, fuck me because i paid RM60! NO WAY. what kind of sick people run that place?! god! OKAY, so i say i'd return her the shirts tomorrow. was she happy? NO. in actual fact, i heard a hint of skeptism in her voice after that.
like, what the fucking FUCK.
hayati, you are such an arsehole. cant you just fucking brighten up for awhile? jesus! my expression immediately darkened the moment i turned away to escape that god-forsaken hell hole. yes, i may have been a tad late in returning you your precious shit but what was the fucking rush? if you said you needed it ASAP because there wasnt enough for the new staff, fine, i'd had gotten it to you ASAP. newsflash! you didnt. finally, when i return it to you, you give me that fucking evil eye like i was the arsehole instead. the proper reaction would be a nice thank you with a pleasant smile. i honestly cannot fathom how she's survived in the service industry for so long, especially with such an attitude.
pffft... what a fucking joke.
later, i asked bell whether i'd be getting my RM60 back. since she said yes, i have a lingering suspicion that hayati was hoping i'd forgotten that whole RM60 deposit thing and just return the uniform. even though my suspicions have yet to be confirmed, i'm still going to rant like they were. here goes: that BITCH! my god, what does she think i am? some dodo bird? is she trying to fool me? hell! i gave my all when i was working there and you treat me like that? i wasnt some idiot bumbling around the place. in fact, i dare say i was one of the better ones. YEA, fuck yea.
i return the apron, cap and name tag to her. then with a scowl on her face, she asks me where the shirts were. fuck! seeing her expression was almost enough for me to punch her jaw in. keep in mind that i paid a deposit of RM60 for them ugly stuff - apron, shirts, cap and name tag. so, of course when you dont say anything about returning me my money, i would automatically assume that i at least get to keep those brand new shits - i mean, shirts, because who the hell would want to wear secondhand shirts when they're gonna have to pay RM60 anyways? i mean, the aprons are ok, the caps borderline ok, but shirts?! if i were one of the new staff and i found out i'm paying RM60 to wear shirts other people have sweat, sneezed, wiped their nose shit on before, well, fuck me because i paid RM60! NO WAY. what kind of sick people run that place?! god! OKAY, so i say i'd return her the shirts tomorrow. was she happy? NO. in actual fact, i heard a hint of skeptism in her voice after that.
like, what the fucking FUCK.
hayati, you are such an arsehole. cant you just fucking brighten up for awhile? jesus! my expression immediately darkened the moment i turned away to escape that god-forsaken hell hole. yes, i may have been a tad late in returning you your precious shit but what was the fucking rush? if you said you needed it ASAP because there wasnt enough for the new staff, fine, i'd had gotten it to you ASAP. newsflash! you didnt. finally, when i return it to you, you give me that fucking evil eye like i was the arsehole instead. the proper reaction would be a nice thank you with a pleasant smile. i honestly cannot fathom how she's survived in the service industry for so long, especially with such an attitude.
pffft... what a fucking joke.
later, i asked bell whether i'd be getting my RM60 back. since she said yes, i have a lingering suspicion that hayati was hoping i'd forgotten that whole RM60 deposit thing and just return the uniform. even though my suspicions have yet to be confirmed, i'm still going to rant like they were. here goes: that BITCH! my god, what does she think i am? some dodo bird? is she trying to fool me? hell! i gave my all when i was working there and you treat me like that? i wasnt some idiot bumbling around the place. in fact, i dare say i was one of the better ones. YEA, fuck yea.
i bet one day she's going to be cursed and dragged to hell.
seriously, i am that pissed off to say that. actually... it's a wonder that hasnt happened yet.
i havent watched the movie yet, though i wish i had so that i could have derived greater pleasure in writing those few sentences.
seriously, i am that pissed off to say that. actually... it's a wonder that hasnt happened yet.
i havent watched the movie yet, though i wish i had so that i could have derived greater pleasure in writing those few sentences.