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, luckily there’s 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.
Life at #04-1225
RY is a friend whom I’ve known for over a decade. She’s been in Singapore since we finished our Form 6. And so, like what any normal person will do, I asked her for help when I decided to go to Singapore to further my studies. She’s been there for over 4 years, so I assumed that she has established her network there and she’ll be able to of help to me. I originally wanted to rent a room, perhaps from a family or something but she talked me into renting a whole unit with her. Obviously, being the poor student that I am, I couldn’t afford anything more than the tight budget that I was given. She told me that I only need to fork out whatever amount I could and she will absorb the rest.
My cousin told me that I should’ve just proceeded with my original plan of renting just a room because it’ll be more cost efficient. I thought of the pros and cons and decided that it might be better off renting a room. When I told RY about it, she got upset saying that she has made the necessary arrangements and that I shouldn’t back off at the very last minute and such. So I thought to myself, well, what difference would fifty make. In return, I get to stay with a friend. It’s not like my family is poor, we can still afford the difference of fifty. So, I went along with the idea of staying with her. And obviously, being the person that I am, I didn’t think what a bitch she really is.
RY said that only the two of us will be staying there and she also said that she was boyfriendless. However, I ended up seeing her “boyfriend” there a lot (think, EVERYnight). When I approached her about it, she said they are no longer attached but they are seeing each other with no strings attached. After that, she started seeing different guys regularly. She would often tell me about her “adventures” with the different men she hooked up with and it was often told with glee. I remember clearly there was once she was told off in the club by one of her “victims” of how much of a slut she was (obviously, these weren’t the actualy words said, but to summarise, that’s what it meant). Now, tell me, which decent girl will actually tell her friend all these and still feel proud about it? I was warned by her that she has a lot of boyfriends, but what actually popped into my mind was “boy friends” not “boyfriends”. Guess I was wrong.
Not more than 6 months after I moved in with her, she found herself an American boyfriend, JK. I have to admit, I was rather taken aback when I was told. Not because her boyfriend is American (before the boyfriend came into the picture, she has probably slept with men from each continent) but because she actually found a man accepting her wild past and she actually decide to settle down and stop her streak of one night stands (later on, I found out that JK doesn’t know that RY used to be with different men every week. Not sure about now, though).
Life hasn’t changed much after that. A little argument every now and then which I probably have blogged about a few, but that’s about all that is to it. I had absolutely no idea about what was going to happen. One day, she started ignoring me. And because the queen is ignoring, the little eunuch had to do so as well (she’s the queen and he’s the eunuch because I find that he is a ball-less man who can’t make any decision of his own, and needs to beg for pocket money). So, FOUR bloody days before one of MOST major examinations of my life, they told me that they want me to move out of the house and the reason given was they wanted more privacy to themselves. What do you fucking mean by you want more privacy when you’ve been staying together for 7 bloody months with me around? And that bloody RY didn’t actually dare to tell me this, she got her eunuch to do so while she stood at the background watching.
They said they are not that cruel to ask me to move out in a week. They’ll give me month to do so. Heck, IMO, a month or a week doesn’t make much of a difference.
I told them I’m not able to do so because my exams are in 4 days, and my priority after that is to find myself a job. I can’t find a new place without finding myself a job first because I do not know how much I’ll be earning. He said “I don’t care. It’s not our problem. We’re not a charity.” Mind you, these are actual quotes.
When I said, “Before this you told me I could stay here for 2 years. I even paid the agent fees for 2 years.” She said “Then I’ll pay you back. Even if you didn’t move in with me then, I could still afford the whole place myself.” Then why did you fucking asked me to move in with you? Just so you could save that SGD350 a month, now you are trying to show off who has more money just because I do not have an income?
I got even more pissed off when she told me “I was the one who signed the contract. If I want you to move out, you have to move out”. Whoa, whoa…. wait a minute here. I do not remember her owning my ass. Thank goodness I have a good memory, because although I didn’t sign the contract, I know my name was in it as tenant so she can’t just kicked me out like that.
After all the hu-has, TS approached them and asked why did they have to tell me right before my exams. She has the fucking guts to say she’s not aware of it. Don’t fucking tell me you are not aware of it when I’ve been telling you the same thing for weeks. Oh well, being the cunning girl that she is, I’m sure she planned it out perfectly and decided to tell me this right before my exams. Otherwise she definitely has a brain the size of a pea for forgetting something told to her repeatedly over the period of more than a week so easily.
My main priority at that time was my exam so I thought I’ll settle it with them after my examinations. Obviously that was the perfect time for them to approach the agent to draft up a new contract. After that, a couple of letters were slipped under my door telling me that I should move out by 11th July 2008, bla bla bla…. (She actually told me to pay her May’s rental by 11th July when I have already paid her on 30th April. Bitch) After all that she has done to me, who will expect me to believe that everything she said was the truth. I asked for a copy of the new and the old contract. She replied saying that the agent tore the old contract in half since it’s no longer valid and she can only let me see a COPY of the new contract. I asked for the original copy and she said that since I am not tenant, I can’t view it. And mind you, all these were messaged to TS’ mobile.
On the day I surrendered my keys, she said she’ll get the agent to have a look at the whole unit, especially my room just to check on the condition. The time arranged was 27th June 2008, 10am. When we were there, JK told us the agent isn’t coming because he thought it was 10pm instead of 10am. Now tell me, who the fuck wanna view a room at 10pm on a Friday night?! I’m pretty sure it’s all a hoax and she didn’t call the agent. And I’m very fucking sure that she didn’t sign a new contract with the landlady either. Till today, I didn’t see the contract. And seriously, can you really just destroy a contract when a new one has been signed? Even though it’s no longer valid, but it still must be kept for various other purposes… like urm… let’s see… TAX and LEGAL purposes??!!!! Did she really think that I am so dumb to believe to that the contract has been destroyed?
I wasn’t really in much of a mood to argue with her about this since we’re almost done with the whole mess. Even to the very last minute, she dare not make eye contact with me. She didn’t even talk to me about the utilities and stuff. Everything was said through the ball-less man she is living with.
Seriously, I regret having known such a friend. Obviously the term “friend” shouldn’t be used anymore since it doesn’t apply to us any longer and she has blocked me from MSN, Friendster and Facebook. But knowing that she is a person I’ve known for half of my life really disgust me.
So, that’s it. Rachael Yap no longer exist in my life and I just had to blog about the whole thing to get it out of my chest. This will be the last time I hope I’ll ever hear of her, unless of course something miserable were to happen like urm… she’s getting married and some of the men she used to sleep with attended the wedding and happened to be friends of the groom and went like “hey, I slept with your missus before!! HAHAHA!!!”… or… JK sleepwalked (apparently he used [don’t know about now, but let’s pray he still does] to be taking these pills to help with his insomnia and people actually sleepwalk after taking them) and accidentally threw her out of the window… or… she met with an accident so bad that her face is mutilated and him, legs cut off … or…. he found out about her slutty past and dump her (which I think is most likely but then again, his life savings is with her)… but I think the likeliest of all is her cheating on him since she has a record of cheating on ALL her boyfriends…. then please feel free to tell me about it so I can say things like “serves her right” or “I knew Lord Spaghetti-mon exists” or “I knew there’s karma!!”
I could go on forever, but I think I should stop here. STOP.
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