Current Mood: Super-duper-hyper-upset + annoyed
Writing this from the office. I can hardly suppress my loath and disgust towards the systems that goes on here at my current place of employment. I feel like I’m putting on a monkey/clown/dolphin/puppet show as a crowd pleaser act and when I go round collecting the coins, the people walk away. Everyday single day I’m calling mindless twits that labels themselves Financial Controllers, Group Financial Officers, Head of Finance bla bla bla .. but in actual fact, they just sit there in their offices, handing off all their twitty shits to the people directly below them. And yet I have to go .. “Ohh .. a very good morning to you Mr/Ms ___. How are you doing today? Busy day? As usual la hah .. How was your weekend? Had fun with the family? Where did you go? Ohh that sounds great!” And what I get is a few grunts of approval and some courtesy laugh. What the crap do you take me as? I’m every part as human as you are! Having that certification that qualifies you to earn more bucks than me doesn’t translate to you being more superior than I am! Qualification of a developing nation but behavior of a third world country inhabitant. Shame on you and the set of parents that brought you up!!!! You you, depleting brain cells, numskull, spineless, rude, no manners, uneducated, uncivilized baboon like twit!!!!!!!!!! I think I’ve just insulted the baboons by calling you a baboon.
Ok back to the company I work for. YOU OWE ME MONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What else do you expect from me? I’m a fresh grad that has minimal experience but I know I’m very capable of doing far greater things than the circus/freak show that I’m performing in now. Why do you have to further squeeze me of my last remaining peanuts? The bank earns millions a year and you owe me of my 3 figures? What is the bloody logic in that? I’m down to my very last nut and yet you want to strip me bare. If I was a squirrel I will definitely die and decompose this winter cause I have no nuts in my storage hole. Instead I would have to forage the forest floors with my puny bare hands scourging for scraps dead in the middle of winter till my hands bleed or fall off from hypothermia. PATHETIC-NESS!!!!!!!!!! I spent over RM 200 at one go in a classy Japanese restaurant trying to please the stuck up people that are my clients, stuff them so full of food in hopes that they will give me favor but in return what do I get? An outgoing from my father’s bank accounts and no in coming from this stupid institution called the bank that I’m working for. And better still. The clients still acting as snooty as before towards me.
1 La-di-da's ...:
Oh dear... bunch of slimy goofballs. ah... but alas you've moved to a new job! Haha... no more baboons i hope.
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