Okay, for one, I'm out of a job. No, I didn't get fired.. On thursday, I faced so much shit and it was so intolerable for me, so I just decided to quit. By hook or by crook, I was gonna get out of the nursery rhymes place as soon as I could. I don't give a crap about what you might say; "but its like that in the retail/f&b line... expect this kinda shit from people.. you just gotta take it in and spit it out..."
I've heard it all and I've had enough of it.
On thursday, I faced the customer my manager was giving an example about.. when my manager was just a staff, he encountered this type of customer and when the guy stared at him, my manager [then staff] asked the guy why did he stare at him and that resulted in a hell of a hooha. How he became a manager after that, I have absolutely no idea. But now back to me.
The bastard asked me to wrap his parcel. I did. Now I'll admit it was quite a messy job, but if it was me, I would still take it and give it to the person I'm supposed to give to. Afterall, to me, wrappers are just to surprise the person. To keep the person in suspense of what hides behind the wrap. So I don't really care if the person rips the wrapper apart. That's what its for. To be ripped apart. Not to be taken apart gently, not to be kept one corner and to be reused again the next birthday/xmas/whatever. Thats why I always rip my presents apart.. who cares about wrapping and wrappers.. geez.
He didn't like my wrapping.
him: excuse me, your wrapping is horrible. can you wrap this again?
me: yes sir. would you like me to rip off the current wrapper?
him: YES OF COURSE. Look at it, it looks so messy! Take it off and rewrap it again.
I mean look at the convo. Instead of suggesting to me why not I get someone else to wrap, he demanded that I rewrap for him. Moron. I mean, c'mon. If someone sucks at maths, would you still ask him to teach the subject?
But I rewrapped it anyway. And I wrapped it to the best of my ability. When I gave it to him, he didn't even say thanks. When I walked out of my counter, he gave the roll-eyes-stare. In malay they call it jeling. And I caught every second of it as I walked off. I swear I was so fucking annoyed, I wanted to throw his second parcel at him. I was literally dying, trying to control my frustration. When he turned and left without a thank-you, I dagger-stared. I hope he falls in a drain and breaks every other bone in his body. Hell, heck that. I hope a tree falls on the bastard. Asshole.
Later in the day, I saw Sacha
Some of the other people who came by the store were Melissa, Joce, Wayne, Chor hong, Steffi and her dad and Serena.
Serena came on the day when I was about to mop up some fucker's puke at the exit area. Fantastic way of saying hello after 5 long years.
So back to my last day of work. I was working morning shift. By right, at about 630pm, the manager on duty is supposed to come out and countdown the cashiers on morning shift. Meaning, give me [the cashier] the keys to open the till and count the cash to make sure everything tallies. But I waited till 7. And 7 dragged on to 8. I wanted to go for ascension mass, but couldn't thanks to this bastard.
When I got so furious and finally walked in the office to get him out, you know what he said to my colleague when she asked him why he didnt count me down at 630? SHE DIDNT ASK FOR COUNTDOWN WHAT. Smart answer, huh?
When I counted everything, I don't know how, but there was a shortage of $450+ in my visa/mastercard columns. Now that's hell funny cos the slips are ALL there. So of course, anyone in the right mind would panic. Shortage = getting the amount cut from your pay. $450+ = free labour for them for 2 weeks.
So I checked my register area and everything else. Even brought in my dustbin. Checked through the trash. Nothing. In the end, the fault was at the person who did settlements the night before. I WAS OFF THE DAY BEFORE.
So I brought my dustbin out, and when I came in, I asked my manager what happened. Who's fault was it. Was it mine. Did I do anything wrong.
Instead of replying a no, you didn't do anything wrong.. its just yesterday's settlement things.
You know what he says?
NO LAH. NOT YOUR FAULT. ITS MY FAULT WHAT. RIGHT? MY FAULT RIGHT? And he looks at the guy who was in the office also. It so happened that this manager was the same one who yelled at me a few days ago because of the exit key. And it so happened that the guy in the office was ALSO the witness at the scene when I was being yelled at over the key.
Story about the key?
Afew days back, I was the only exit personnel. Exit personnel carry a key that has access to the cash registers. Its dangerous for the key to be left lying around for the obvious reasons. So when I went on my break, I carried my key with me. The standby cashier needed it, I gave my key to him. After my break, I went out, I had to take over the cashier immediately. No one gave me back my key. Next customer that comes, I encounter a double scan. I need my key to void the extra scanned item. I yell for the guy at the exit. He doesn't know where's the key. I ask the previous cashier. No the key's not with him. No the key's not with her. SHIT. So where's the fucking key? I call my manager out, I use his key, he walks to the exit, and ta-da. The key is right smack next to the phone. I got a yelling. And when I wanted to resign, I gave that as a reason. For being scolded when its not my fault. And it happened twice. One for the key, the other for the missing $1.
End of story. Now after he said that, I don't know why, but I tasted the sarcasm with every word that he spat out. I needed to get out. So I did. That night I went drinking with Joce at her house. Work just sucked. You know work sucks when you see any fast paced car driving and you WANT to jump in front of it. You know work sucks when you just feel that you'd rather face death than to go back to work the next day. I needed a break. The long island tea was the break. The phone call with Wayne and Joce was the break.
I needed to quit before the storm brewed.
So the next day, I called my manager and told him I won't be turning up for work. Why? I wanted to resign. Now anyone in the right mind would tell the employee to hand in the uniform and to come down and sign the papers. But my manager didn't even tell me to do all that. My mom had to drag me down to the store and make sure that I signed the paper and that I returned the uniform. With all said and done, I don't know what's the deal, but everyone avoided me like as if I was some kinda venom or something.
Tsk. So that's my story of my last day and how and why I resigned.
So now I need a job. Please don't give me something office/government based. I plan to join the police force, but not anytime soon.. maybe later. Or maybe I'd wanna migrate to Australia or UK or something. I don't know. Even with Dawn telling me about making my choices now cos I'm still young and everyone else advising me where to go, what to do.. don't mind me when I give you a stoned face. Its just that I'm already lost and I don't know what I want to do for the rest of my life. So with you telling me I should go do this or do that, I don't feel that you're opening my options, I feel like you're giving me more roads to choose when I'm already stuck at the crossroads phase. Get me?
Then again, nevermind... well, at least for now, I don't have to bear with listening to I'm h-a-p-p-y and supercalifragilisticexpialidocious and there was an old lady who swallowed a fly..
IM FREE, AT LAST! *breaks free from the chains of nursery rhymes, kids crying, customers' insults, and backstabbing colleagues*
Now its back to me, the computer, junk food and my teeveee... Oh, mtv.. how I've missed you so. And of course, more parties and outings with my buddies! Here's to more time together with you guys! Cheers! No more "oh i cant go out, i've got work today..." crap. (:
Freedom, freedom, FREEDOM!!
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