work’s pretty good, pretty slack. except for a crazy bitch today.
so there came the bitch, enquiring about her iphone stuffs. she owns an iphone and apparently, she don’t know how to use it. so she bought a macbook just for the iphone (& she’s very proud of the fact that she bought a macbook for iphone. seriously that’s fucking stupid ok?) & she keeps repeating and emphasizing that.
& she said that mac is making her stressed out. a gucci is better than it (something in that sense) as you know, we have got nothing to do, so when she was putting across her questions to one of the perm staff, the 3 of us would obviously look at their direction & she was talking damn loud (make sense right) we weren’t even looking at her, neither do we want to. just looking at their direction, hoping to learn something since we have nothing to do.
then she went, “can you stop staring at me, i think it’s very personal” when she said that, we thought that we were probably being impolite looking at that direction but for sure, we weren’t staring at her at all. i guess she don’t understand the meaning of staring. so we turned the other way round anyway.
& the perm staff, being polite, asked if he can take a look at the macbook already. and she went again, “i wasn’t referring to you. i was referring to the 3 girls. i’m not used to having people staring at me. & there’s 3 pairs of extra ears hearing me (wtf right? then she expects us to become deaf instantly?). so rude! busybodies!” omg, i swear that she’s got something wrong with her dear mind.
and all along, she’s been talking damn loudly. if it’s personal, shouldn’t she talk softly at least? MAJOR ZZZ
now, even if she pays us a billion we’ll also not want to look at her and her wrinkly face.
& it was funny that the perm staff said he don’t dare to look at her into the eyes when he’s serving her cause he’s afraid that he will get scolded too
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