another rant

how can anyone be so stupid? don't you check what you put inside an envelope you're going to mail? are you blind? oh wait. i think i know. you were busy playing your stupid cat-bowling-toddler-worthy game, weren't you? you were concentrating on getting a strike while you chuck documents that happen to be instrumental in other people's hopes and dreams. but they're not your hopes and dreams, aren't they? you hope to get a turkey for your stupid bowling game. you dream of getting laid by that guy in your photo frame. you don't freaking care. that piece of paper is worthless to you. so you don't bother checking the bloody envelope.

i went all the way to KL for that piece of paper. 3 hours journey. petrol. toll. and precious precious time. i went there a day earlier, so that i can get there in time.

and when i go there 20 minutes before lunch break, you're already out.

i come back 3 hours later, there you are. sleeping on your desk. i wake you up. i ask you nicely for my piece of paper. you hand me a file and told me to look for it. i looked. it wasn't there.

'Kalau takde, takde lah." you said. and turned to your computer. i thought you were going to check some records or something. but no. you start playing your mindless bowling game.

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

i refuse to deal with you, bitch. give me your superior's number. i told you. politely. of course you had to give me her number. i was polite. but trust me. in my head, i wanted to bang your head on your fucking keyboard until your sutures surrender.

your superior came. she, at least, bothered to check her records. i did file for my paper. it was signed and ready. but it's not there. wtf happened to it then? your superior made you search your table. i helped you turn it upside down. it's still not there. and even with your superior there, looking up and down your desk, you didn't turn off your computer. there it was, proudly displayed to the world, your score for cat bowling.

fine. i attempt plan B. asked how to get another piece of paper. consulted your superior. formed a plan. but after what i went through, i seriously doubt the way you do your job. if you can lose it once, you can lose it again. but i have no choice. plan B then.

the harrowing experience wore me thin. i was close to breaking down. i went back to the car and snapped at my parents. shouldn't have done that. my fault everybody got mad. but i was frustrated. i needed an outlet. and i really didn't need the nagging.

when i finally found time alone, i called a dear friend. genius came up with plan C. and even managed to make me laugh. thank you. thank you so much.

i went back home. 3 hour's journey. and what do you know? i got a text saying that my piece of paper got posted to Johore. WTF? Jo-bloody-hor? you freaking posted my precious piece of paper to Johore? all the way south as geographically far away from where i am as possible?

i hate this.