Aug 08, 2008 17:46
My male manager stinks.
And I'm not talking about his hairgel, which equally stinks.
Well, apparently to him I have no life. It's so easy for him to tell me, "Oh stay back for another 2 hours, since no one's coming until then."
Well, LA DI DA.
I DO HAVE A LIFE.
Also, he wanted me to come work tomorrow. ON FUCKING COSCONDAY.
FUCK YOURSELF AND DIE.
I HAVE A FUCKING LIFE, NOT LIKE THAT BITCH WHO COMES IN SLIPPERS AND WHINE AND SHIT.
And I already fucking warned him about today, since the whole SA village have a half-day, which in Singaporean school terms, means ends at around 9.30 to 10.30 AM.
AND YET HE STILL LEAVES ME ALONE ON THE FRONTLINE. WITH THE QUEUE UP TO THE FUCKING DOOR.
*sigh*
He will never be prepared. Even after working here for more than 10 years, and being one of the higher ranking managers, he doesn't grasp the situation that in Singapore, a school day before a public holiday is ALWAYS A FUCKING HALF DAY FOR PRIMARY, SECONDARY AND MOST PRE-U STUDENTS.
If he asks me to work the day after Hari Raya I'm gonna scream.
life