*scowl*

Oh my gawd!!

I is so angry!!!!

I have had just about enough of these rich, spoilt-brat tai-tai's.

Just because you freaking married a freaking titled man and live a freaking glam life and have a freaking sprawling residence and a hundred freaking attendants at your command does not give you the freaking right to treat me like an underprivileged dog who can't count for beans.

That's one thing. The other is undermining my trustworthiness and sense of responsibility. I may not be the shining example in either of these aspects, but I did freaking triple-check your order okay. Not only did I freaking triple-check your order; I asked one of your freaking dogs who came and did the pick up to check and reconfirm; which he did!!

So how can you insist that it's not his fault and purely mine?!

Okay. Maybe some things are my fault. Like I didn't ask your dog for proof of purchase. He could have been a fake, then I would really die. And I didn't call you and ask your dog to reconfirm over the phone. And, I apologised too quickly (a stupid instinct when I'm pressured), truly believing for about two minutes that I really did screw up. So now it really does look like I'm lying and trying to twist the story. *bangs head on wall* Yeah, so in that sense, I really am dumb.

Still!!! The dog confirmed ok! For all you and I know he dropped it/smushed it/got hungry/his kid ate it/went shopping and left it somewhere and happily lied to you about it! Or, he left it in the car; I really wish I could see your face after the party when you find it there.

But it's not like you're gonna call and apologise for being a screechy psycho bitch right?

No, of course not. Screechy psycho people rarely have any manners. They only call people to scream at them.

GAWD!! You'd think etiquette and good manners would be equivalent to the amount of money they bleed out. So not! They're just bored assholes with lotsa cash who take sick, perverse joy in dominating and bullying regular people.

So sial I tell you!!! *huffing and puffing*

Eeeeeee!! *geramnye*

My colleagues and Daddy said my face looks like I wanna kill somebody. Hee. But I do. *cracks knuckles*

So geram!! Grr. One day Leehom-baby is gonna make Tan Sri and then I will go round scolding rich kids for no reason at all other than to feel shiok.

Grr.

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(*edit)

Memo to myself: Spend off day translating in-store FAQs so I can get them Canto-speakers to buy stuff. *evil grin*

I got no life. :D

Working Retail

...can be hazardous to your self-esteem.

Observe.


Little twitgirl: *slaps my arm* AUNTIEEE!!! This cake real or not hah??


But then again she was about 5. Will it make me feel better if I blame it on limited vocabulary?

No.

Now if you'll excuse me, "Auntie" needs to stock up on the SK-II.

TELL ME I'M PRETTY!!!

My Little Romeo <3

Someone tried to pick me up in the shop today. :)

He's single. :)

He's pretty darned cute. :)

He's oh-so charming. :)

He's generous. :)

His ride comes with a personal chauffeur. :D

His name is Ian. :)









...and he just celebrated his 3rd birthday. XD

Hahahahah! But all of the above is true; I swear!

It's the funniest thing. His Ma and Pa whisked him into the store in his stroller (the only guy who hits on me today is still in a pram... rock on.) asking about our cakes and stuff, so as I was explaining to them, Ian rattled the can of (Cheezo's?) cheese nuggets and lifted it up to offer me some :3

"Awh! For me?! Oh, that's so sweet!"

and then I happily proceeded to continue explaining the details of our sales but Ian's a persistent little fellow. :)

He hand-picked a cheese nugget and handed it to me, smiling shyly. (where on earth do parents teach their kids to be so freaking irresistable?!?! I'll take whatever dating class he's going to!)

So how not to take right?

"Aww. Thank you, Ian. You're such a sweetheart. I'll eat this later, 'kay?"

But no. Cannot. That's not good enough for Ian. As his Pa wheeled him out he twisted himself around to look at me and pointed to him palm, then to his mouth, gesturing to me that I must eat the nugget IMMEDIATELY!!!

Hahahahahahah so CUTE can?!

(of course I didn't eat it lah, he was sucking the cheese powder off his fingers before he gave the piece to me... so I just palmed it and tossed it. Ahahah *mean*)

So yeah. Without saying a word, he totally charmed the pants off me. :)

Not literally, of course. Perv. -_-''

"So hey, Ian? I'm sorry but I don't think it would work out between us right now. But if you could wait, say, another 20 years, I'd be happy to pick up where we left off." =)

I'm still grinning like an idiot over this right now. What can I say. He really made my day. :)

I WANT MY SONS TO BE SOOPAH ROMEOS JUST LIKE IAN!!! :D :D

First Day of WERK.

I'm pooped.

I arrived too early (silly me... no key come early for what... teman security guard) and watched the proceedings of opening shop (which I will have to do on Saturday), unlocking the grille, turning on the switches, the Mac, the cash register, tidying up the place, entering new stock for the day, etc.

I realized there's more to do with admin work than actually selling... Which recently about twelve hours ago I discovered I suck at. *cry*

But my Boss Lady is real nice, she tells me what I'm doing wrong and what I should do instead without making me feel like I killed her mother. Which is how I usually feel since I'm pretty darn sensitive. :)

Today was like a whole crash course; I guess I'm actually writing this post to rewind and stuff.

I seriously don't know how I'll fare on Saturday, when Aida and Nicole aren't there!! E-mails and calls and scheduling and filing and crud... The concept of which I have yet to grasp. :S

I guess the best part of this is that I get to be a dork here, with the most competent, patient young people I have ever met, instead of being a dork at, say, PWC? (imagining myself there already hahah :P) There's a learning curve, and although everything's a little overwhelming at the moment, I can't be more thankful that it's in a pretty much complacent-er environment like The Gardens, and that the store's still pretty much in its infancy so I get to see its, um, development? I guess? Hahah.

Ooh but there's one thing I'm gonna hafta discuss with them... I most definitely have to run at 6, 'cause today I stayed in just half an hour later, and got lost just another half hour more... so I just came home at 9.30pm. Twelve hours of standing. (well, almost) Can die. And I hate ladies' shoes. Hate them hate them hate them. With a vengeance. Why can't we have comfy sports shoes =(

Anyhoo, much thanks to Cathy and Tracy *kissus your toesies* for their awesomeness and patience with the Ultimate Sotong of the Century (yours truly) and helping said Sotong to discover the right way back to Pasar Seni. :) You guys rock so hard. :)

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Ooh guess what! I saw Mr. Gerrard at the store today! (I knew I'd recognise that booty anywhere! lol don't tell.) He was mean. He didn't buy nothin'. *pout*

But I saw him with Alana's Common Law lecturer!! They are adorables. :3 I didn't know she was his chick.

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Oh yeah come visit us yeah! Buy our cuppies! Buy our brownies! Buy our Sins! Our truffles! Our Pots! Our cookies! Our layer cake! My awesome service! (ooh that came out wrong. XD)

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We get like, loads of married/engaged/happily in love and planning a whole year ahead of the big day people asking for the big jobs.

I never knew there were so many happily married people traipsing through The Gardens alone. o.0

...I have a feeling this job is gonna leave me somewhat depressed. When's MY man gonna spend $5000 on cupcakes just for thank-you-for-coming gifts for MY wedding?!?!

Hmph. Leehombaby better cough up the green. Or else.