Day 19 – Conquering the idiots
So, I told my landlady’s friend (who is also my housemate) about what happened between me and SM (Stupid Manager). She advised me to apologise and be nice to her but I shouldn’t stop looking for other opportunities. She said no matter what happened, I should maintain a nice relationship with her even though I wanted to slaughter her so badly. After all, no one knows how long I’ll end up being there.
I took her advice and apologised. When I went up to her, she had her no expression face on. I apologised, and her face lit up brightly. Well, I’ve settled whatever happened, so we’ll see what’s going to happen next. And of course, hopefully I find somewhere nicer.
Day 18 – Working with idiots
Seriously, I’ve never met anyone as unreasonable as her before. I don’t mind given a lot of work. I don’t mind being scolded for making a mistake. However, I DO mind working with an idiot. I mind it more when I’m working under the supervision of one. She shouts for no reason, has a superiority complex, never admits mistakes, and thinks she owns my ass.
Oh, and did I mention that her English sucks? It’s so bad that I think my landlady’s 6 yr old girl speaks better English. How can one substitute a noun with another noun of a totally different meaning?? Nope, no one can do that except Super Moron here.
I was planning to work here for at least a year. Now, I don’t think she’ll hire me anymore pass the probation period. Time to look for another job ^^
Day 10
It’s my 10th day at work and I just had to do the classic “I blogged at work” thing. Will blog more when I reach home. ^^
The greatest invention
As of this moment, IMO, the greatest invention by mankind is an aerosol can of insecticide. No matter where the fcking roach may be; under the bed or cupboard, ceiling; it will reach, and it will kill. From past experiences, it took me half a can to kill a full grown roach. By kill, I mean, I spray that damned roach until it stopped breathing. For good. I didn’t stop even when it was struggling and clinging for dear life. I want that goddammed thing to die!!
Saw a little roach on the wall about an hour back. It was about 5 inches away from the ceiling. Too far to hit it with anything. Took the can of Shieldtox from my parents room and sprayed it. I thought that since it’s so small, chances are the wings aren’t fully grown yet. But that thing FLEW, I tell you. It fcking FLEW!!!! Of course, I didn’t stop until it was on the floor and dead (obviously, I wasn’t the one who picked it up and throw, thanks God for little brothers)
I love you, Shieldtox. Now, I’ll love you a whole lot more if you smell a lot nicer and wouldn’t stink my room.
Worst lunch ever
THIS was for lunch today. And do you have any idea what this is? Yeap. Chicken rice balls. I have absolutely no idea how some people actually adore this thing. This is probably the worst food ever created since Baldrick became a chef. It taste like white rice swallowed whole and puked before being digested and some Japanese guy thought it’ll be cute to make it like onigiri, but in the shape of a ball.
I don’t just hate chicken rice balls but chicken rice too. Ugh.. I hate the lingering stench after one eats it. I always avoid chicken wherever I go. I have absolutely no idea how some people will come to love it. Curse the bloke who thought of the recipe. A lot of people have been telling me that the shop in my neighbourhood sells terrific chicken rice balls. I have never been there though. I hate that shop. The patrons of the shop make the two lanes road become one and whenever I’m out in the morning, I can’t seem to find a parking space when I go home. And I hate the fact that this shop is not more than a hundred steps away from my doorstep.
Back in those days, Wilson Chicken Rice was one of the more popular chicken rice shop around. I remember my dad used to stop by the one in Bukit Cina on our way home from school. It wasn’t so bad back then. I only have chicken rice probably once a month or so. And then, THAT happened. Bloody Wilson was doing so well, branches started popping everywhere and one opened in my neighbourhood. Since then, everytime my mom didn’t cook, chicken rice it is. That’s at least twice a week.
Then, there’s this incident I’ll never forget. I was in Standard 5 and I used to attend tuition at this place. One day, I had a problem with some question and I asked my teacher about it. He walked towards me, bend down with his head only 10 inches beside of mine and asked me “What’s wrong?” The smell of chicken rice was so strong it could kill a dinosaur. During the whole time he was beside me, I had to stop breathing.
After some time, I stopped eating it. If my parents buy that for lunch, I’ll only eat when I’m too hungry to be doing anything. You know what people say about when one is hungry, anything will taste nice? That’s total bullcrap. Even when you are on the verge of death, chicken rice still taste like crap. Somehow, after not eating something for some time, my body automatically starts to reject it (actually, it was just me being paranoid). I choked on the smell during lunch today. Stuffed 3 little balls into my mouth and stopped. Poor me couldn’t continue any longer.
Seriously, chicken rice is so bad that I’d rather be eating balut.
Ok, fine, I lied. Under no circumstances will I ever EVER eat balut either.
