When things did not start right in the morning, your whole day will go haywire... Proven.
Fury 1
One fren (let’s just call her A) complained to me early in the morning about her relationship and told me she had been crying since morning. Before this conversation, she smsed me and another friend (Fren B) if we were game for a MJ session. But I could not as I had programmes planned for the day. Plus, I was feeling very tired that day and had also planned to come home early to rest.
Anyway, A sounded relatively unstable and so, I relented and decided to give up coming home early, and meet her and B for dinner. Apparently, B also re-arranged her schedule to meet us for dinner.
At 12 plus, the following sms-conversation took place:
Me: OK, let’s meet later then. My stuff finished at 4 plus. So let’s meet in town at 4 plus. I’ll let B noe.
A: 4 plus? I thought you said your stuff will end at 6 plus, and so I went to make my appt for mani and pedi. I can only meet at 6 plus.
Me (I admit I wasn’t feeling exactly pleased, as I remembered clearly I told her before 4 plus): Ok then, 6 plus then. I’ll meet with B 1st.
A: Ok.
So, everything’s seemed perfect, when at 5 plus, I received the following sms:
A: Gals, I dun think I will be meeting you all. I fell asleep. Bla bla bla bla..
Whatever she said after that dun really matter. B was unhappy over this, but as for me, I was fuming and hopping mad. I wanted to go home to rest. I did not cos I was worried for A. And yet, she could conveniently cancel on us with a “I fell asleep…”, when she was the one who initiated the meeting.
What added fuel to my fury was, I learnt from B that even if A came to meet us at 6 plus, she had to leave for Malacca at 10 plus, when she told me she was going the next day! What the h***! If I had known that she was leaving for Malacca later that night, I wouldn’t even comply to meet!
But, maybe I should give her credit that she smsed again later, offering her apologies and said that she would try to rush down to still meet us – because she still needs to eat. To which, I told her there’s no need to. No need for her to rush like a mad woman down to have a quick dinner, only to go off immediately after that. What’s the point?
Fury 2
Went for my usual eyebrow threading session. The gal who always does my eyebrows was not around and so, they gave me another gal. While this gal was doing my right eyebrow, I noted she suddenly cringed for a split second and then, asked me if I had any injury near my eyebrow before. When I said no, she also did not explain further.
When I looked into the mirror, I realised that she did a section of my right eyebrow so short that made my eyebrow seemingly broke into two! My face instantaneously turned black. What made me even madder was when I questioned her, she insisted it was already broken before she even touched my eyebrow! All she did was to trim! As if!
Her: Let me draw your brows and touch up a bit and you would look as good!
Me: That’s not the point! I never had to draw my brows before! And because of you, I had to do the extra work! And worse, as of now, it’s an irreversible change!
Upon seeing her speechless and not knowing what to do – plus I recognized the fact that I would still have to walk out with that horrible brow shape, even if I were to bring the whole house down – I just asked her to forget it.
Irritating piece of sh**!
Fury 3
B was at Top****’s fitting room at Wisma and wanted to ask me how she looked. Knowing she was inside, I went straight in, only to be stopped by the shop assistant.
Girl: You can’t go in.
Me: My fren is inside and I just wanted to see… …
Girl: No, you can’t. You can only wait outside.
Me: But it's just for a short while and that’s it.
Girl (with another of her colleague blocking my way and trying to shove me outside): No. It’s already written on the signage that NO ONE is allowed into the fitting room, except those trying clothes.
Me: But your signage says NO MEN are allowed. I’m a gal.
By this time, B came out, and I gave up arguing. But I couldn’t contain my anger anymore and started complaining to B about my eyebrow and these two irritating piece of s***, before she could even ask me about the top she was trying.
And guess what? When B was trying to calm me down, my eyes met with the girl’s and she shot me with a killer stare. Her killer stare was like she was all ready to get into a cat fight with me! What the f***!
I mean, fine. You were just doing your job when you forbade me to enter the fitting room area. I can understand that. But, was there a need for that killer stare??!! What kind of bullsh** customer service is this?
I guessed maybe my voice was quite high pitched when I was complaining to B, because another of her colleagues noticed that I was very upset that she came over to ask what had happened and tried her very best to pacify us.
Her name was Sue and well, she was nice. Like what B said, she was quick on her feet to notice an upset customer and quick to do recovery service. Kudos to her!
The idiotic, fat girl who shot me with the killer stare was named Melissa ─ according to Sue.
I swore I would write a complaint letter. I just need to find out who I should submit the letter to, to ensure that I would never see this Melissa in any retail shop anymore. Irritating piece of worthless sh**!
The only good thing that happened that day was I finally got to watch TMNT. Though I still prefer the cartoon, I’m glad I caught the movie.
Poor B… She had to keep pacifying me throughout the evening. Sorry pal, if you are reading this…
On another note. Sigh… Not sure what has come over me these days…
Butter said that she noticed that I seem to be always on a short fuse these days. Not only am I acting funny, I’m also having some kind of weird thoughts on some issues. I also seem to be less tolerant toward my friends…
It’s a good thing that my Taiwan trip is drawing near. Maybe I need to go away and re-charge a bit.
Tomorrow’s going to be a better day! =)
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