A busy day- loads of phone calls, excel data entry, franking, filing... and unfinished work. (and Amel had to help me with the work, or I could never leave by 630.)
Talking about phone calls, I received an annoying call today from a f***ing big Arse pervert. I reckon he has a big arse from the never ending farts he made. Well, he didnt fart in the phone, but I took it as he did. That sick man with a strong indian accent, wouldnt stop talking, and expecting a response from me.
Initially I thought he might be a colleague from our Indian counterpart. So I tried very hard to listen, in hope of catching any english words, but it just flew. So I requested he repeat himself (just like how Jenny dealt with the previous call made by a fierce Indian lady looking for our sales managers). Then he began to shoot a paragraph and in between I catch some words like, 'you understand a not?'.. and then he kept repeating. Then later he said, "no la no la.. talking talking, my friend wants to talk to you, I talk to you, just talk la huh. understand or not?" And he laughed, "ahahaaa, english you don't understand ah? Indonesian, you are an Indonesian." So he insisted he was talking to an Indonesian. oh whatever. So I acted blur, then I said, this is Farnell Newark Singapore, SINGAPORE. And who are you looking for? Well, still in the midst of chaos, I didnt know what was his motive yet, and was afraid of offending our prospective clients, so I had to act nice. (besides Joann sitting near me la.) Acting blur was the only move I could think of.
Then this time, he demanded for my name. And insisted I am an Indonesian, and that he wanted to talk to me. Then asked me if I were free, when I knock off..... He rattled on and on.. that's why I say he can never shut his arse-hole. Too big to shut. And all this while I shut my mouth and my ears. As long as I dont hang up, he cannot complain. I'll just take it as reception no good, cannot hear him. When he heard the long silence, he kept hello-ing. Bloody idiot is getting on my nerves. So one last time I talked (firmly): YOU HAVE TO TELL ME WHO YOU ARE LOOKING FOR?
Haa. scardy cat. He could sense he had reached my boiling point. So he laughed and said, no la just talking... talking talking. And, byebye.
Huh, just like that? I was expecting more! Maybe I was captured on the American TV prank- 'Boiling Point" and that if I reached the time limit without flaring up I could get a 100 bucks. What a let down. But I thought I may have done a good deed after all. That man could have been wanting very badly to tell someone of his last words. So helpless was he that he had to flip open the yellow pages to look for a nice and auspicious number to call before he died in peace.
Now, so peacefully would he be gone... like the hopes of my 100 bucks....
a bipolar kinda personality;
love things to the extreme opposites;
minimalist;
love art, beautiful things,
love travelling,
getting lost & finding my way out again.
i live a simple life, the life i want ME to be;)