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office politics
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This is going to be a really short post since my actual reason for waking up at this bloody time ( its 5.20 am ) is to satisfy a sudden attack of the munchies .
By the way , i just wolfed down a Mars bar if you're curious to know how i dealed with it.
Okay.
My brain isn't functioning at its best at this hour so pardon all the mistakes , grammatical and all.
I'm really really really angry.
One of my supervisors , Fifi , got terminated by the company earlier on today .
And he's obviously the supervisor all the staff love so much , and the one we're most pally with.
Why did he get the sack ?
Because of another fucked up supervisor who went to tell tall tales to the upper management about Fifi.
Obviously , there's only one reason behind this shameless backstabbing .
POWER.
He craves it so badly.
He isn't a popular guy at the Cafe , and everyone loathes working with him.
In our vibrant workplace where everyone is young , happy and vivacious , he's the only old guy still stuck somewhere in the era of bell-bottoms but yet he tries so hard to be hip , judging from his "funky" plastic-rimmed glasses and chunky accessories that only makes him look like a wannabe.
And he's a total perv.
He terrorises all the girls .
"Wah ... Don't sit like that leh , i will horny one !!"
"Wow *Wolf whistle* So sexy sia someone .. Going to geylang later to work huh ?"
And i've heard that he touched the butts of my collegues before.
I asked him about the going rate of prostitutes now due to my scriptworking assignment last week, and he goes into a full-blown commentary with details like
"This road full of China ones .. this one , malaysian .. that one , Thai.."
Come on.
DOn't give me that shit that you have "wide contacts" , hence the info overload.
I'll be more impressed if you'd just admit that you are a regular at the red-light district. I won't ostracise you.
Jason , our hatred is beyond description.
You know everyone hates you , so stop pretending to be so friendly and stuff because it makes me ill to see you sucking up to the top management.
My heart goes out to you , because at the grand old age of 36 ( i think ) , you're still stuck in this pathetic cafe , lusting after a higher position and girls which you will NEVER GET because you look like shit.
Well , go have fun in the Cafe that you have managed to destroy.
Alone.
We're all quitting.
FUCK YOU , JASON !
Almost ONE YEAR of bonding , gone just like that .
THANK YOU.
And now , back to bed . Will rant more after school. Or rather , when i reach home. I have so much pent-up anger in me.
p/s : the time we still have before we officially quit , we're gonna make life super hard for him. any suggestions ? do drop by at my cafe and look out for this super short balding bugger in a black uniform. give him the finger if possible.
