♥ Queen of all Grumpy Old Farts ♥

About the GrumpyQueen

A.K.A Gatekeeper

I love food, don't deprive me of it.

I'm not Princess, I'm Queen

I can be quite grumpy and when I am, I hide here, my dungeon for reflections, ramblings and ranting.

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Different is not bad, just not the same as the rest

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The only reason why I'm writing this at this unearthly hour is cos I'm at work and finished all my reports..like FINALLY!

Anyway, today I collected my baby, my security blanket from Nokia, in time for my night. Just imagine, I'd surely lose it if I have to work an entire night without baby.

So yea, when I arrived, they gave me a number--38, informed me that they're now serving number 37. I mean great la, I don't have to wait long. Who's to know, I sat there and when the guy at the counter ( I presume that's 37) left, they started calling one bunch of random guys to collect their phones, leaving me there, sitting like an idiot.

After what seemed eternity, because I was also rushing back to catch some sleep, they finally flashed my number, collected my receipt and told me sit at the counter and wait.

They also collected the ones behind me.

But the collection process was fast, I only needed to sign somewhere and I was good to go.

The thing is, I felt like they're cheating our feelings la. Why flash 37 and give 38 the impression that she's next in line when she's not? Why don't they just hire someone to be some receipt collector so that the damn board accurately reveals the REAL person they're serving?

Geez, pissed me off so much, am sleepy now. TIme for coffee!

27.9.08 2:24 AM

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