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Monday, December 21, 2009

Life sucks a fuck.

Indian customers are really the irritating ones sometimes, y'knw? Even my mother agrees.

1st Scenario:
Yesterday there was an Indian woman rifling through our already very messed-up towels. I almost went mad trying to make everyth neat again.

She needs to open up every neatly folded towel in every colour available and then throw it back after she decided she doesn't want it. She chose an orange one and slung it over her shoulder, then continued the rifling, unfolding and tossing them back.

What the shit, all the towels are the same, it's not like there are patterns or anyth AT ALL on them, they are just completely plain towels in different colours lor. But then, that was still okay, because I knw many customers are just so strange and stuff. And I was damn relieved when she finally walked away.

But she headed to another towel section and messed the whole damn place up, wtf. Then still never mind, the worst thing was that she came back after walking infinite rounds in the towel section and came to my neatly folded pile and asked,

"Can I have this?"

She was pointing to another identical orange towel to the one slung over her shoulder. NOT EVEN DIFFERENT COLOUR OKAY! Seeing no response from me, she self service and took it away, throwing the one over her shoulder back into the wagon.

WHAT. THE. HOLY. FUCK.

My first reaction to her question was, "I can say no meh?" Next question that came to my head and was one second from escaping my lips, "What's the difference with this one and the one over your shoulder?" Thinking better of it, I decided to have no response.

Fucking irritating and stupid, no? Mcnuggets.

2nd Scenario:
Today before facing time, me and my colleagues were trying to rearrange the soft toys section to clear 2 wagons up for other display. Then we had to arrange all the same soft toys to the same racks, because previously they were scattered and all over the place (thanks to all these customers lor, thanks).

We were very busy the whole time, and haven't had the chance to change the position of the price tags to the respective soft toys yet. Then, this Indian woman asked me about the price of a particular bear. I scanned and told her, "$19.99"

She had the nerve to point at the sign "$1.99" and ask me "Not $1.99? Here write $1.99" And gave me an awkward smile like I am the idiot who doesn't knw what's going on. Goodness, let me tell you. That bear she picked up was about as big as her toddler at her feet. Repeat: Toddler, not baby okay.

Like so fucking big sell at $1.99? If there are such good deals under the sun I probably don't need to work at Giant and serve stupid people with no common sense like this lor. Zzz.

And most importantly, I really cannot stand it, and hate it when customers complain that the things are very messy here, or when the goods are not placed to their proper price tags. For fuck's sake, I am not the one messing things up.

One Malay woman came and complain that we should separate our long sleeve and short sleeve shirts properly because mix together very hard to tell.

Wah, I mix them up one wor. I take them out of their plastic wrapper and look at it then throw back anyhow one lor. I take the clothes hanging on racks, try them on and throw it into wagons when they don't fit one lor. I take the M&Ms from grocery dept and leave them in a wagon of camisoles one lor.

Siao ah all of you. Don't blame us when you are the ones doing all the shit la. I even seen condoms lurking in a pile of towels lor.

Anyw I was in a really shit bad mood today, because of fuck knws what. Then there's this auntie, I KNW THIS AUNTIE, she like kind of ..mad? Every time come and talk nonsense to me. Last time she came and told me the blouse we sell are very expensive, she can make them herself. Goodness, what are you still doing talking with me here? You have a blouse to make!

Today, she talked to me at 9.55pm, which was 5 minutes from closing time. I am tired and hungry, and most of all annoyed because it was so busy today. Then she went to the kids' jeans section and ask me "Why these so cheap ah?" in Mandarin.

So I said "Those are for little kids one." Then she say she can wear because her figure also quite small. Okay, her figure is small, I'll give her her due. But the jeans are like size 10-17? Her waist small also not small until so kuazhang ba? So I said "Your waist got 17 only meh?" because I was really annoyed at her ridiculousness.

Then she say "Those adult one always put so big size, put so many also nobody want to buy! Only fat people can wear but fat people also don't want to buy!" I felt like I could die, but I decided to save some breath. Luckily Yanli came and told me it's time to knock off.

I have exactly one week more of working days, and all of this shit will be over. I will collect my paycheck (totals $1000+) and GO SPEND THEM.

And say goodbye to all of these annoying customers.

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