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Saturday, March 24, 2007 @ 22:59


Dumb ass.

Went back to work today and wanted to quit after that. Ha, this shows how bad was my day. I'm the only PR today, so that means 'being bombarded by lots of people' and that was really really bad. Terrible.

If not for some of the super nice and sweet tourists out there, I would have buried myself under the skytower long ago, i guess. Nearly puked 10 litres of blood today, irritating!

The following are some thoughts of mine after doing PR today. Maybe I'm pms-ing.

1.) Get it right.

'When you ask me a question, make sure you understand what are you asking and not just keep on shouting back the same damn stupid question at me and look at me as if I'm speaking alien languages while in fact you are the one doing that.'

I have witnesses for that.

This man was pressing his nose against the glass panel while trying to ask me lots of questions. The last question boiled my blood eventually.

He asked me when is the last ride for cable car and logically, the answer is short and sweet. 10.30pm. He obviously don't understand the logic behind a clock and started telling me

"21 30 ar, 21..222221 what? no?"

I used all my might to make him understand the meaning of 10.30pm, but he still doesn't seems to get it even when i tried using his way of telling time to explain it to him "22 30pm......22 30!"

And he said " WHAT? 21 ?" O please, it's freaking 10.30 pm, can't you understand? you dumbo.

I can see tears inside the eyes of the people queuing behind him, they felt pity for me. In the end, I need to write on a piece of paper "22 30pm, 10 30 pm" before he bear to leave the counter.

2.) Next, asking of stupid questions.

" Where is the 4D-magic and bird park? "

O please, hello, this is Sentosa, not Jurong Bird Park! Well, we might consider getting back to you if sentosa merge with Birdpark one day.

" Where is the fun park? "

What fun park are you talking about in the first place? If you insist of thinking that you are right and there is a so called "fun park" in sentosa, then don't bother asking me in the first place.

After much configuration with uncle, we assumed that she's referring to the "Imbiah Surprise" package name stated on the ticket and so we asked her and she insisted it's not! Goodness, until she showed us her ticket and pointed to the "imbiah surprise" word, she flushed and said "Ohh".
3.) It's closed.

It's 6.37pm and this man came to me and asked for tickets to Images of Singapore. I told him it's closed already as the last admission is actually at 6.30pm. Maybe some dumb ass cells pass by his brain at that moment which cause him to ask me another dumb question.

" Is there anyway to get it there? "

Hellooooooooooo, don't you understand English? It's closed!

4.) Buses.

Where do i get a blue line bus?

" Just walk all the way straight from here to the bus shelter over there" and i swear it's freaking near. This is the first time I spend around 3 mins telling a guest where is the bus staion. Goodness.

Some of you might thinking that I'm making a big fuss here, but trust me, It's super irritating.

Ok, I'm tired. Anyway, chalet was funfunfun!