The first bad day of 2010.

It started with the 20mins grace given to every TVRP student in my class. If school starts at 1215, the latest you can be there is 1235.

1. My laberet's jewel was missing when i woke up.
2. I left the house at 12, which is more than enough time for me to get to school in a cab. I hopped into a cab.
3. Everysinglemuthafuckingbloodyroad had to have either a road work or a vehicle breakdown.
4. The cab was moving at a snail's pace.
5. I was getting annoyed.

It was a ridiculous pace i was going at and by the time i reached class it was 12.55, FML.

But luckily, my lecturer is Mr NiceGuy. So i still got to sign my attendance. So thank bloody God.

After class, my classmates and i went to town. We missed the bus to town. FML. So we simmered in the heat, at the bus stop for another 15-20mins. I thought i was going to drown in my own sweat.

When we all finally got to town, i wanted to get this USB internet thingy for my netbook. So we walked to Singtel. I queued for a queue number, like wtf seriously, who the fuck created queuing for a fucking queue number?!

When i finally spoke to one of the salesperson, she told me there was no problem in signing up for the USB thing. Till she scanned my id.

Then she told me i needed to put a deposit of 500 dollars. FOR FUCK I SAY. Why in any kind of colour hell would i wanna deposit 500, when i can like buy a bag or more clothes with it? Singtel is retarded.

So i stomped out of Singtel then we went to Auntie Anne's to have our favourite pretzels and then to Cine to get Katie's icover.

After a smoke break i went to work. That was when my nightmare day got like ten times worse. My first drink of the day was an irish martini, and i broke the martini glass, in the ice bin.

I cleared the ice bin out, at like 6pm.

I cleared it out and re-topped ice in it. Fad just laughed at me, while standing at one corner of the bar.

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The following may seem racist, but it is a true story and i had the opportunity to experience it. I'm not of any racist stereotype, neither am i ethnocentric. So just read the following cos its a true account and you'll understand why.

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The crowd started pouring in, and the bar was getting busy. And just at the peak of the slam, this two indians sat at the bar, in front of TV2. I'll name them so its easier, S1 and S2.

S1 went to the restroom, so S2 ordered. He asked for a Heineken and a Asahi bottle. Then he asked for a credit tab, of which i said no because it was a weekend and i had no time to entertain or watch over his bill.

S2 stared at me like i was a freak, and reluctantly handed some money over for the beers. Then he asked me to SWITCH the program for TV2 that he was sitting in front of. I told him that the channels cannot be switched and that its permanent. S2 gave me the "whattheflyingfuckdidyoujustsay" look. And just so you're reminded, all of this happened in the middle of a slam.

S2: Go change the channel, i want to watch soccer.

Me: Sorry, thats not possible. The channels cannot be switched.

S2: -eyes wide open- Why not?

Me: Because its not change-able.

S2: But i want to watch soccer.

Then i walked away. To me, why should i entertain your ridiculous requests when i'm in the middle of a slam, when you can jolly well move your fat ass over to TV1?

I told my manager about the tv, he told me to IGNORE THEM.

The next thing i knew, the programs have been switched and S2 now has a tab card in front of him.

S1 came back and S2 told S1 what happened.

Some minutes later, S2 beckons me. I go over and he says some really nasty things.

S2: Why other people can change the channel and give me a tab, but you cannot?

Me: -discovers that tv program has been changed- Huh. Okay lah.

S2: You are useless.

Me: Okay, good for you.

He actually told me i was useless just because i cannot change the tv program for him, when i'm in the middle of a slam with no knowledge whatsoever about the changing of tv programs.

I walked away, knowing that if i listen to more of his bullocks, i will punch a fucking glass into his face. Awhile later, S1 orders a second round of drinks, of which i had to serve them cos my bar captain was busy.

When i put the drinks down, S1 beckons me, with a finger.

S1: Why are you so useless?! Others can change the tv and give us a tab but you cannot?!

Me: Eh, whatever lah.

I was fucking pissed off.

Why should i get the fuck when i'm just following what i was told to do? Why should i change the fucking tv channel when you demand for it?! I am sick and tired of such customers who persist in getting their way, dun leave tips and demand for ridiculous things.

On the more recent note, the issue of ice water. This cheapskate kept coming indoors to take ice water, and in the end, we removed all the water jugs.

So cut the long story short, this man was standing at the cashier point. He asked the cashier for ice water, and the cashier asked me for it.

Cashier: Eh, he want ice water.

Me: You do know that we're not supposed to give out ice water right?

But still to prevent her from getting fucked, i gave the man an ice water and told him that we only serve ice water to dinner guests.

Lizzy was there also, but all she did was not to explain the ice water situation. She, herself insisted that i should serve ice water.

LIKE WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MY BLOODY FLOOR CAPTAIN?

She's not new, nor is she a greenhorn. But NOTHING stopped her from doing what she did, even though she was supposed to back me up.

Obviously the man threw a shitfit.

I seriously cannot be bothered anymore, i keep getting fucked for shit that is not my fault. And people can tell me i dun smile. For fuck i smile? Does smiling put food on the table? I'm not selling pussies, so i dun need to smile.

In the end, go think about it. I everytime kena this kind of knnpcb bullshit, you think i wanna smile and say thanks for scolding me?

FUCK THIS INDUSTRY I SAY.