It’s 1.52pm. Once again irritant in the form of M.O.M strikes again. And this time it’s about my job at Klue. Yes jolly ho indeed.
The
complaint:-
1)
I
hang around ‘unhealthy and immoral’ places (as if Genting is the epitome
of health and morality)
2) There are lotsa ‘bad’ people out in club areas (as if there aren’t any in Genting)
3) Clubbing is unhealthy (as if smoking is)
4)
You HAVE to meet and interview every patron
there and therefore you will attempt to pick guys up or vice versa (despite
attempts by the person ON THE JOB itself to clarify all that is done is to watch
and listen out for the atmosphere, and she prolly doesn't realise good looking
men are non-existent in KL)
5)
All you do is club, and you don’t want to
study anymore (what makes you so bleeding sure about that? Look who’s
talking if not Mrs.You’re-not-allowed-to-go-back-to-Uni-anymore)
I fail to understand how I am the useless one around when I’ve had slogged through 6 jobs and more contract jobs than I care to mention in 20 years and 4 months of my life? Whereas Ym (friend’s daughter as usual) was a bleeding 3rd year student who couldn’t cook to save her life, never taken public transport in her pathetic 22 years of life and once again at the age of 22 needed her mother to bloody beg friends to get an intern job for her. I’m well sure that loser couldn’t even write a CV let alone fill it in (she HAS after all nothing to fill it in with).
Nevertheless M.O.M doesn’t not fail to point out that Ym is after a star student (nevermind her being drone like and lacking in people skills).
And
KAT on the other hand is nothing but a Uni drop out who is good for nothing but
clubbing and wasting money (nevermind that the money isn’t hers, that she
personally stopped me from going back despite AND I was actually doing bloody
well at Uni –if I do say so myself).
If
you were wondering, yes I’m still fucking bitter about being dragged from Uni
with my grades at it’s peak for once and THEN having the blame put on me for
‘dropping out’. If that wasn’t enough, the world has to be ‘told’ I
had ‘dropped out’ for lousy performance.
Pardon
me for being a atheist sinner but it is times like this I question the existence
of God. The higher being, creator of all. The other times when that question
pops into my head is while I hang out fresh laundry thinking about the poor
starving children (don’t ask why, I fail to understand myself at times).
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