Yes, A Brain...
I get the feeling my patience is being tested this week...
Weather and people... ugh...
Weather, lets see... Well I dont really mind rain all that much to be honest, especially not when I'm home and dont have to go out anywhere, but close to 5 days of it is a bit much, wouldnt you think so?
Got complementary tickets to the Singapore Flyer (our version of the London Eye - biiiiig observatory wheel) this past Sunday courtesy of mom's security company having family day or some shit. Experience was quite interesting. To get onto the Flyer itself we had to go through a security screening complete with bag-scan and metal detector.
Thankfully, there was only one other small Indian family in the capsule we got into, so we had the whole place pretty much to ourselves. I was hoping to take some nice scenic shots from way up there, but know what? Fucking RAINED the ENTIRE time we were in it. Still managed to take some pics, and got to see the pitlanes for when the F1 comes to S'pore next month, and a few other things, but couldnt really see the harbor or anything in the distance cos of the rain.
And really, there's not much else to see but the construction site of the upcoming intergrated resort.
Now its twice this week that I've gotten rained on even WITH an umbrella, and thanks to some of the roads being flooded along the way... wet and soggy shoes. Thank goodness we keep a hair dryer in the shop (for removing price tags without leaving residue, ask me about it on IM if you want to know), so I spent most of this afternoon attempting to blow dry my shoes and jeans
As for the people... gyeh... at least if you have no common sense, at least have a little dignity. When we put something costing $20 on sale at $14, why would you want to make an idiot out of yourself by asking me if you can still have a discount on top of it. WTF? Do I owe you any favors?
Furthermore, there's only one of me in the shop, and when you can see there's more than just you inside, please to not be attempting to ask for assistance by going "hello!" and then waggling your fingers at me like you're beckoning a dog. I am not your fucking pet, thanks. Also, when you see the poor retail assistant attempting to have dinner at the counter or wherever, please to not be staring as if he/she's commiting some heinous social crime. Retail-people need to eat too, so you can direct your superior attitude to my middle finger.
*grumble grumble* Now to deal with that restless headspace of mine...