So Comex Weekend has concluded.
Hope everybody had an exciting time going nuts and buying gadgets. *jealously filing fingernails*
So Comex Weekend has concluded.
Hope everybody had an exciting time going nuts and buying gadgets. *jealously filing fingernails*
So you know yesterday was an interesting day.
First went to Ambeng Cafe by Ummi Abdullah with my sisters to meet the in laws to discuss the wedding prep and everything just to make sure everything was .. you know, everybody was on the same page.
It’s not my dream wedding, but it’ll have to do. Get it over with. The most important thing is the nikah anyways, right?
So yada yada.. After the short lunch and after the in laws left, the sisters and i went around East Village’s little boutiques to look at the clothes. And i must say that they do have a lot of interesting outfits over there. I’m trying not to spend on clothes right now because i think i might be needing a new laptop soon (mine just powers off on it’s own when it’s idle for like 5 minutes, it’s like it just faints and pressing the power button is equivalent to a tight slap)
So after that we trundled along in Myst Exile’s little van through the busy sunday road and went to Vivo City. We were going to watch Lights Out at the cinemas. It’ll be my second time, but i love that show! The Strange Tea wasn’t actually keen to watch a horror show.. but i’m sorry, it’s 2 against 1, my friend.
Before the movie we were buying snacks to sneak in the cinema with. At the end of the show, ST looked like she was having a whale of a picnic in the dark as she dusted herself off from crumbs.
We went shopping after that. It wasn’t intentional, but it happened. We’re not usually big shoppers.. I usually spend my money online shopping. It’s easier, it beats the crowd, and my shopping bags are delivered straight to my house. I usually go to malls just to walk around and eat. I managed to get the recommended Bausch + Lomb contact lens solution — recently i just purchased contacts for myself. I’ve never worn one before and this would’ve been my first time so i wanted to do it right.. but that’s another story for another post..
So, basically Sundays are crazy days for retail. Weekends in general. Especially for mass market stores. I’ve been in retail for a large part of my life. It was full of blood, sweat and tears but it was very fun as well. Inspired a lot of stories and, for the most part, if you enjoy working with certain people, it would be a completely fun job.
When we finally wandered over to the Cotton On store and it looked like it just got hit by a hurricane. That, or a bunch of wild baboons were unleashed in there and were high on something.
Honestly the store looked CRAZY and my heart truly bled when i saw it’s state.
If you have ever wondered why retail staffs are always grumpy looking or short with you? You can scroll below photos and see an example of WHY. Actually no, these photos do not even begin to justify WHY they are like that. AND BEFORE you begin to even say to me “but.. it’s their job.. that’s what they’re paid for” — Yes. Indeed.. They are paid to maintain the store.
But you, you little baboon, (because if you’re countering this post with that sentence, you are definitely a baboon since this kind of mess is probably one of your doing. No. Scratch that, baboons are clever — because primates. YOU, are a baboon’s backside, because backsides in general have no brains)
So as i was saying. Yes, retail staffs are paid to maintain cleanliness and order in a store, plus other duties. But it doesn’t mean you as a shopper, treat it like a dump.
Have respect for OTHER SHOPPERS who want to purchase those products, this shop is going to be patronized by NOT JUST YOU, it’s gonna be visited by a lot of other people. So don’t be selfish. All i can think of is selfishness when i see this.
Have respect for THE PRODUCTS themselves. Those products, although yes, most may be machine produced, but the foundation of the work is surely by another human being who took hours to create that product so that it could even be a mass produce in the first place.
Have respect for THE STORE — they bothered to make your shopping as pleasant as possible by providing whatever you need. Couches, fitting rooms etc.. you wouldn’t trash your house like this, don’t do it to other people’s property.
Have respect for THE STAFF there. If you work in an office, just imagine a colleague just wanted to “look” at your reports and then doesn’t put the file back and it’s all messy and disorganized on your table, it’s irritating isn’t it? Now imagine that same irritating colleague x10. And then now imagine if i said “but it’s your job to keep your damn reports organized anyway, just do it again!” Do unto others how you want others to do unto you. That is the principle.
If you want good service from staffs, be respectful first. Put back unwanted items in their proper places and then when a staff isn’t so busy cleaning up the craziness, they would surely pay you more attention, right?
IT’S CAUSE AND EFFECT people. Didn’t school teach you?? No of course school doesn’t teach “respect” enough.
As a shopper myself, it was a turn off. Instead of shopping, i just stood around beside M.E and whatever M.E found was nice but didn’t fit her, she’d pass to me. HEH! And then i didn’t have to look on my own. I kinda felt like a piranha. *shrugs*
So as you can see, i have a lot of problems with human beings in general.
I hate dirty toilet go-ers.
I hate the people who just leave their trash in their seats after a movie in the cinema.
I hate people who litter in general
I hate people who abuse animals — knowingly or ignorantly.
I hate people who have no respect for the environment.
I hate ignorant people. Ignorant because you don’t know, is fine, but purposefully choosing to be ignorant? Unforgivable. Go pick up a book and google and learn something for once in your life.
I hate people. Fullstop.
I like individuals, but i hate human beings. If you know what i mean.
I wish i could keep this blog updated with a lot of pretty words, pretty photos, pretty everything. But you know what? The world isn’t like that. It has it’s prettiness and a lot of ugliness too. And my job, is to be as honest as i can with my feelings and experiences especially in words, seeing as i cannot react accordingly to my feelings within society — it’ll either be a straitjacket or jail if i act upon my feelings.
Nobody wants to talk about the ugly things.. And yet there’s so much ugliness that needs to be pointed out, it’s crazy.
The world is NOT a unicorn. So neither shall my words be.
p/s: To me, a job is a job, is a job. What do you mean “finally you’re in a real job!” — Bitch, if you’re employed, earning money (in a halal way) and not killing people or making trouble for anybody, then that’s a REAL FUCKIN JOB right there, you snobby piece of crap. Whether you’re behind the counter, in a janitor’s closet, sweeping the roads, in a stuffy cubicle, furiously tapping away on a keyboard, selling something door to door, nobody has any right to be looking down their noses at you. And yes, i do know of some friends who have this mindset, so i’m here to set this fucking straight with ya’ll. I’m not gonna name names because you little shits should know who you are deep down in your hearts.
Don’t be condescending because you’re not better than anyone else, we are all equally human. You don’t bring your pradas to your grave, honey.
Constant self reminder as well.
Ok i’m done here. till next time!
Kiss kiss. ❤
Today i receive my favourite-est question to date. It’s such a beautiful moment to remember.
Guest comes up to me.. from the body language, i am positive we were going to have trouble understanding each other.
Me: Afternoon, how are you..?
Guest: hi..ummm.. where is the crotch shop?
Me: (removes the ear piece to the walkie so i can hear better, i must be dreaming) Sorry?
Guest: You have the crotch shop here? where ?
Me: The… crotch shop..?
Me: (blank staring, mouth slackened, mind ablaze with images of various crotches hanging around in a store)
Me: I’m……………… you………. i’m sorry, really sorry, the what?
I didn’t have notepad on me. So i took out the map and tried hard looking for the name. I would think that was the first store i would visit, i wouldn’t have missed it on a map. Guess what the guest was looking for?
We should open one store like it.
Right after Little Miss Crotch, i received another trippy question. I was stationed at the (now new) counter near the food court. The food court, being literally right in front of me.
Guest: Hi.. where is the food court?
Me: Just go straight, there. (gestures with wide open palms towards his destination which is staring us in the face)
Guest: Where? (looks at me instead of my palms) go down?
Me: There!.. just go straight..
Guest looks at the way i pointed.
Me: You are looking at it.. (God. Am i the one who’s hallucinating?)
Guest: (confused staring at the what, to me, looks exactly how a food court would look ) Where??! Go down??
Me: Just go straight.
Guest: Ok. (walks off, still confused)
Me: (is dying to say) If you want, you can go down, come up again.. run around the escalators, do a few push ups, run to the south side and then come back to just go straight. Ta-Da! Food court. Magic.
Sigh. *rubs temples*
I really can’t stand it when complete strangers think it’s ok to address a customer service rep by name. We are not friends. Please stop that.
I was still attending to another guest when this little prick rudely interrupted me:
I don’t know him. Without looking at him, i held up my hand to his face, flared my nose a little (i do this when something’s pissing me off) and said tightly “hold on, please”. I mean is he blind or something? I am clearly attending to another person.
Once my first guest was done, i turned to him and the little prick.. again said;
“Asfa, where can i get a taxi..”
Each time i heard my name from his mouth, my hair prickled and i could feel my anger rising. It’s irrational, really.
I directed him.. Next question:
“So.. Asfa,” At this point, i was ready to strangle him or myself with the closest telephone cord, maybe he goes first and then his whole family behind him. “It’s outside the casino?”
That’s what i said you.. &%^^$%^$%%&.. After my standard “pleasure, have a good day”
Who the EFF are we? Are we friends? Buddies? You don’t know me. I don’t know you. I don’t call you “My pleasure, Prick, have a good night” do i??? Don’t try to get too familiar with service people, we don’t like it. You’re trying to impose on us by doing that. It feels like it anyway, you’re trying to exert a certain control by using our names.
I hate it so much. I felt so angry i took off my nametag furiously and am still fuming, currently. It’s not allowed, but one more time i hear my name from an unworthy stranger who speaks it (who has absolutely no manners nor patience) and i am seriously going to start emitting smoke on the sides and burst into flames and eat them whole.
Otherwise life at the counter is peachy really. I’m just gonna wait for time to go home, now. another 40 minutes. 😀
p/s: On second thoughts, them calling me by my name is always better than incessantly being called “hello! hello.. Miss.. MISS, HELLO!” from the back. I should be grateful. Thank you, Prick.
This happened to a colleague of mine:
The day was raining heavily and most guests were trapped in the mall with nothing else to do except ride an indoor boat or eat expensive stuff until they explode or become bankrupt, whichever comes first.
Female Guest approaches my colleague’s counter:
Guest: *aggressively* Hey, what can we do here?! It’s raining!
Colleague: We have 200 0ver stores in this mall (it’s 800,000 square feet, bet you haven’t seen all), you can dine in any of our celebrity restaurants, have a ride in the little boat and maybe take pictures with our roving christmas entertainers (mostly kids in reindeer costumes on stilts, a walking christmas tree, a polar bear, gingerbread man.. you get the drift)
Guest: *high pitched* What time will the rain stop?!
Colleague: *taken aback* umm.. it just started, so i’m not really sure..?
Guest: you don’t know what time the rain will stop?!
Guest to her husband in the distance: She doesn’t even know when the rain stops!! *stomps off*
Weather forecast is now in our job requirement. I should just join that hotline that my sister frequently calls when they’re planning to shoot outdoors. Unfuckingbelievable.
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