I'm feeling really really really shitty now. I feel like screaming at someone. Or yelling. Or stabbing. I can kill someone right now.
Work was FUCK
No other word can described it in such simplicity.
There were two SEVERE
complains. And neither of them was my fault.Complain No 1:
no one, she complain late. But after she say its not the problem about pizza being late. Its that she could hear the riders scolding the customer (her) when she called, in the background. For e.g. "Walao, customer complain again, so stuck up one", etc.
One of my colleagues shouted "FUCK" in my face and showed me black face.Complain No 2:
I asked my colleagues if we took orders from Tanah Merah Basah. They fucking said yes, then, after that, the pizza late, they say we dont take that area. They say its under changi area.
Then that colleague apologised. I said that it was ok. But clearly, if you stab someone
, can you say "Sorry I stabbed you! Are you dead?"LIKE WHAT THE FUCK.
I know these complains are common and i shouldn't take them to heart. But the thing is, it's not even my fault!!! It's not genuinely my fault that started it all.
I feel so wronged
. It's ok if it was my mistake. But it clearly was not and i couldn't even protest. It's like i couldn't do anything even though it wasn't my fault.
It's not the customers' fault i know, cause we were late. But what the fuck la. I was wronged.
I don't want to work anymore. I need a life besides my school and my work and all the fucking problems.
But i've got work from 10-6 tomorrow.
FUCK la. And there was an omen this morning. It was pouring when i went to work, so i walked with one umbrella.
And as i was waiting at the traffic junction, one bus zoomed past and whish, my pants were soaked.
Son of a bitch bus driver. Or bitch driver.