lets see, 1 week in oug, 2 in subang carefour, 1 and a half weeks in pandan indah fajar, and back to oug again.
so about a month plus into the job. all is well, and no approvals yet, meaning no cash coming in yet.
i ll wait a little longer i guess.

anyway, a small introduction to few of the people in work.
my boss is an asshole that talks too much kok
one was a ex skoolmate who SDO (super dance online) the whole day.
one talks very fast, and advice me to either be a pilot, or cabin boy, or be a police to take bribes.
one is a divorcee in her 30s with an 11 yo kid.
another one is a gal of my age who wonder how it is like to have a father, and is working to support herself.
and another guy, who had leukemia at the age of 18...but is now 20+ and alive to tokok.

i guess i never realise how lucky i was....

i had a bad day.

had some problems with a colleague over a customer. damn beh song lah. dun really wanan write bout it, just here to say.
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k, dah lega skit.

anyway, wanna write about yesterday stuff, but dint have time.
in my current line of business, we meet all kinds of people.
n yesterday customer was one of the wierdest customer (so far) yesterday.
asking him to sign for a credit card was even harder then asking chan to stop fagging.
he is a marketing manager or soemthing, also in the sales line lah.

n he asked damn lot of questions, every single little detail.
how long does it takes? about 2 weeks? is it less than 2 weeks, or exactly 2 weeks, or more than 2 weeks? can i request that i get it less than 2 weeks? would the bank acutally grant my request? r u directly under the bank or under an agency? u know how does this sounds from a customer viewpoint? dont ur boss provide u with namecards? n so on.....

then later go on lecture us on sales stuff.
which, we really dun giv a fuk.
coz its late! n all we want to do is go home, but we want him to sign.
so we were there nodding our heads like idiots.

then when he finally agreed to sign for a card.
omg, i cant believe how paraniod he is.
he wanted to fill in every single detail himself. (usually we ask for the details, n we fill it up ourself to save time)but he insist he do it himself.
with his own pen.
he read every word of the agreeement.
he strike out every single blank space of his photostat ic n credit card. EVERY SINGLE EMPTY SPACe in his card.
he even asked can his signature now be different from the one he will sign when he recieve his actual card. (he scared we will forge his signature now)
n he filled up the form wrongly, we asked if he could just sign on another form n we fill in the details ourself later. (we usually do that, n it was really late then)
but he insist on filling up the new form all over again right there.
i asked, r u always that paraniod (spelling?). n he replied, thats the exact word for it....

n alas, when he was finally done. most of the shops around were already closed. we packed, n left. n we spend an entire journey home talking about him.
this case i was just dulan that we were stuck with him n unable to go home. but i was actually quite amuse over the whole thing.

anyway, this job isnt as bad as it sounds, i m just here to drop my load of bomb thats been inside. i ll write more bout it when i have the time n when i feel like writting. this job consume so much of me that after work, all i wanna do is have a nice game of dota or melee. n have a long nite sleep.

k, its bout time i sleep. nigths