It’s me, the annoying sheep who seems to be coming out of the shadows to blog lately!
Though not as frequent as before, it’s still something. (Laughs)
You know, I actually wanted to deactivate my blog years ago when I realized that there is nothing here for me to continue and knowing that work was going to be my main focus, I really wanted to shut this place I once called my bridge to society.
However my brother told me to leave it and he doesn’t mind keeping up with the yearly fees to host my blog. He said maybe one day you’d want it back.
Somehow right now, I am glad that I did not remove this blog from its existence. I noticed when I’m pretty down, I would come here and reflect on my old posts and the things I used to write out of passion and this indeed, brings me back to my path and senses. Although I’m quite embarrassed with some of the things I said (oh gosh, my old selfies!), by removing all these would only deny myself and the type of person I have been working on becoming.
Anyway, I do not wish to talk about something mundane so instead, allow me to tell you about my adventures with a chicken rice shop. (Laughs)
I’m usually someone who refuses to eat lunch while working because for one, I hate feeling bloated in public which makes me sleepy and secondly, I’m constantly on diet in fear of being fat. Now I don’t mean to shame people who are slightly fleshy. It’s just personally, I love my bones very much and paranoid of gaining weight.
However one day, I followed my colleagues out for lunch and we ate chicken rice at a shop behind our place. I was pretty amazed that we could just walk out for lunch. It could be a normal practice for you however for me, I was slightly frightened because I felt like we were skipping work or playing truant, you know. Anyway, after knowing it was within my means and that it was easily accessible in a way, I became the stupid animal that I have always been.
What do you mean by stupid animal, you ask?
Well I’m that sort of creature who can be quite fixed. If I don’t eat lunch during work, I will never be seen eating in the afternoon. Or take my regular ice blended caramel coffee with whipped cream as an example. It’s the first Coffee Bean drink I tried when it first opened in SS2 PJ back in 2000. And thereafter it has always been my primary choice. I drank other flavors before only because I was given the wrong order.
Anyway I meant to say that I can be very routined and habitual, like an animal. Surely some of you can relate to this.
So then… I started going out to get chicken rice at the same time usually, 12.30pm ~ 1.00pm. I hated myself for cultivating this because I felt fat and wasting my time to walk out and eat when I could do other things. Furthermore, although the shop is just behind my office, I had to walk one big round to get there.
Whenever I go over, I would help my boss and colleagues to pack back. Now here comes the pain in the ass.
My boss is quite particular about what she wants, which I am fine with it. However each time I go and come back from the shop, I was always given something else and worse, I paid extra for something I did not get.
For a couple of times, I thought it was just a fluke. Maybe they were busy and forgotten so I just apologized to my boss and paid the outstanding from my pocket since it was my fault for not checking.
However the carelessness of the shop got very frequent. Last month was the last straw for me and it pissed me off greatly. I paid extra for chicken thighs with pork but was not given the pork at all. Previously they gave me the pork but the chicken was breast etc. I was getting mismatches but paying for the same expensive shit.
So I had enough. I was flabbergasted as to why I have to apologize to my boss everytime I buy a fucking chicken rice and had to fork out my money for this bloody shop. How would my boss think of me as a secretary who cannot even get a chicken rice order on spot?
It was an insult to my image and grooming. So… I took the chicken rice back to the shop and called out for the big boss and spoke to her coldly. I don’t know if I could be considered scary, fierce, frightening or so.. I guess a second person is needed to confirm this but all I know is I gave her a piece of my mind saying things like, “You think it’s funny for me to walk here in my high heels and go back with something else? Do you think it’s funny for me to pay with my money to my colleagues for your mistake? If I buy 10 packets of rice, do you want me to open each and every one of them at your counter to check? I can make that happen. Why? Do you think I’m cute so it’s ok to mess up my orders and charge me expensively!?”
The lady boss kept apologizing and explained that maybe her staffs were new and so on. I took the bloody pork and left. After this, as I have told you about being a stupid animal — I completely stopped going to this shop as though blacklisted and when I see them, I give a scornful face. (Laughs)
… There you have it. A slice of my slice. (Laughs nervously)