Monday, September 26, 2005

Still feels pretty surreal that I'm back, after two arduous months of not blogging. Where are you,people?! Have I already been forgotten, jus a figment of the past?

Ok, drama antics aside. I had, for the longest time wanted to write about the whole Mid-autumn experience. On entering the store, it was a sight to behold. Dozens upon dozens of lanterns of every imaginable design hung from the corners or strung across the store. One could simply reach forward and fiddle with the lantern till one's heart's content.A mix of colors and sounds to draw almost anyone and everyone to come in and take a look, at least.
It was pretty amazing, and consider that coming from a person who doesn't really celebrate it, let alone know about the origins of the festival.

Initially, it was fun. Sorta like how one would feel if he was working in Toys'r'Us. Then, the novelty began to wear off. The arresting sight soon became one that I dread. The incessant noise became a daily obstacle, as we always had to off the music from battery-operated ones, which were constantly left on by some inconsiderate jackasses.

That's not all. I think that I love children, and I would prolly do anything to make them happy. But this is the one time that I really wanted to wring their necks for their fickle-mindedness. ARGH!

Me: So what would you like?
Kid: The Goldfish. (points to the uppermost shelf stuffed with cellophone lanterns)
Me: Sigh. Sure, please wait. (Proceeds to climb up and bring it down)
After much stumbling and disentangling of strings, the kid turns to me with big innocuous eyes and says:
Kid: I think I dun want this liao. Can I have the Elephant over there? (Gestures to the furtherest end of shop.)

Needless to say; with gritted teeth and homicidal tendencies, I deal with this with a dangerous calm, just as I do everyday for every other kid.

Then we come to the prima-donna Ah-Lians and the Ah-Sohs who think that we meagre-pay earners owe them a living. Stupid, fucked up biatches.
Firstly, the PDALs aren't so bad. Occasionally, from afar a seemingly well-dressed lady enters the store, casting half-closed glances at our wares.
Then your gaze trails down and you notice that despite the Dolcace and Gabbana dress she's garbed and the LV monogram she slung on one arm, not forgetting the ostentatious Bling she adorned; she's wearing cheap sandals. Like the ones you get at neighbourhood outlets for $9.90.
Top to middle, an assortment of brands...then u look at her feet.

Go figure.

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Then we have the bitchy Ah-Sos, the species of women that hold themselves in a high position as they feel that being a little older and having the dough, they should be treated as F-ing VIPs. There was this one time where a Chyna-looking Ah-So and her daughter walked in and flamboyantly pointed here and there and demanded that we get it all for them, in record time.

MIND YOU, that was during the lunch period on a Sunday. You can roughly imagine how the crowd must be like. I know that its inevitable to face this sort of characters, but argh! I could feel my blood boiling. I serve by a first-come-first-serve basis, and there was like 2 other customers before her. Not to be conceited or narcissistic, but I'm one of the fastest when it comes to handling the cash register. But apparently, that was good enough for her.

The X-chromosome homo-sapien picks up a couple of rattan sticks (meant for holding the lanterns) and RUDELY raps it on the cash register. She was strangely oblivious to the startled stares of the other customers and my gradually-pissed expression. It took all of my will power to not lunge at her and stick the damn sticks where they rightfully belong.

I mean, seriously. She has eyes to see, yet she fails to notice that I'm only one person, with only a pair of arms, dealing with THREE people. *&%$#@!@$% And then there's more, but I'm gonna bugger off now to watch ANTM.

Shall continue in the next entry, bearing more positive vibes, hopefully.

Who needs love?