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    ♥ Friday, October 9, 2009


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    Tokuchi Toa - One Outs.
    Seriously I hate One Outs ending man, like no ending like that. But I can't stop rewatching this show man! Very addictive, makes me like baseball even more now haha.
    25 episodes nia, more people should watch :)
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    Let's ruin my One Outs post by blogging about my first day for Alls Well at Carrefour.
    As I've posted I'll be working at Plaza Sing Carrefour for 3 days friday to sunday, 1-9pm, 8 gruelling hours heh.
    I shall post what I did for the whole damn day.
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    12.45pm - Reached Carrefour, look for staff to get pass.
    01.00pm - Lost.
    01.15pm - Finally found the security check point D:
    01.20pm - Look for booth table, samples, icebox at loading bay.
    02.00pm - Still looking. Running up and down level 1, B1, B2
    02.30pm - Finally found 2 out of 4 cartons of sample bottles at loading bay, 'great'.
    03.00pm - Still looking around loading bay.
    03.30pm - Still looking for booth table and icebox at loading bay.
    04.15pm - Break.
    05.15pm - Return from break, find Alls Well boss, go loading bay, security check and receiving bay to find booth table and icebox.
    06.30pm - Return to level 1 to serve customers, with no samples.
    07.00pm - Boss found icebox, went to loading bay to take.
    07.10pm - Finish putting drinks, ice and water into icebox.
    07.15pm - Yay start serving.
    07.30pm - Ah jie and Valsa came and got 11 bottles from me, loves!
    08.45pm - Start keeping icebox and samples.
    09.00pm - Got out of Carrefour.
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    As you can see most of the time I'm down at B1 loading bay looking for that fucking booth table and stuff.
    Plus I'm the only girl in the loading bay with all the malay and indian male stafffffff D:
    So the whole damn day I got stuck at the loading bay and I spent more time with the Carrefour staff than the customers 'cos some of the Carrefour staff were running around with me, looking for my stuff.
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    And damn it, my phone bill's gonna burst like immediately 'cos I keep calling Kenneth and all he can say is, "I'll get back to you again" or he'd sigh 'cos I can't find the stuff.
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    Like hello? I'm not the asshole that lost your precious booth okay!
    Blame the fucker that delivered the stuff without letting my in-charge sign the forms to confirm that he did pass the stuff to the department in-charge.
    Instead that faggot delivery man just happily dumped the cargo at the fucking BIG loading bay and just got the security guard to sign.
    Wtf?
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    And that fucker got impatient with me some more!
    Walao, the indian Grocery supervisor was correct man! He said the delivery man lazy to get the procedures done and just leave the cargo for the promoter like me, to find all the stuff myself.
    Like wtf?
    I spent my whole day running around the fucking BIG loading bay with all that carbon monoxide and I had to carry the fucking heavy samples myself.
    Luckily some of the staff were nice enough to help me lol. Some just laugh quietly at one corner when you look lost or when you're trying to find help but you can't.
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    At until a time I looked damn frustrated and I look like I wanted to kill somebody, suddenly I got all kinds of help man.
    Some just say say only, say what "oh will help you lookout for your stuff" then they go break or smoke.
    Some just cannot be bothered with you, fuck sia.
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    But at the end of the day, some of the staff that attitude me only, actually come and apologise to me for not helping and showing me attitude.
    They say 'cos alot of the promoters tend to 'somehow' lose their cargo and blame it on the Carrefour staff.
    Okay, that time I was in a good mood alrdy 'cos at least I managed to sell 30plus bottles and the drinks in-charge actually made me laugh a little at his lame shit.
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    Okay, shall see how it goes today.
    And I seriously don't know whether I can make it for the class outing anot, wah sian :(


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