Morning at Thomson

If one day my manager ever find out how to read blog or how to msn, I think she will flip. Flip all over the place.. till today, she is still very amused at the rate of how news spread so much within the fellow colleagues. She only thinks that we email each other every hour. Sighz.. ITS MSN, not email..

Anyhow I was late again for roadshow. Yesterday my shoe snapped. Today I cant find my pants. I dun mean to la, but I am not in the mood to do business again. When I reached the branch, I regretted not coming later. Worse than ghost town.. I wanna hit mosquitoes also no mosquitoes for me to hit. Flies also dun come here..

The customers dun walk here, they DROVE HERE. They drove into the compound in BIG BIG cars. Just like the lancer club (SLC) gathering, this morning is Mercedes and BMW gathering.. Drive Toyota also must drive CAMRY. Damn.. Drive such a big car for wat. Waste petrol, pollute the air, waste money, then the roads must expand bigger for your cars, must build more car park lot..

I am sitting in the branch. This time I dun feel that I am in a prison cell. I feel that I am in the zoo. I am the animal, my potential customers are in the queue, looking at me for FREE. At least the animals in the zoo are fed and cared for, for being looked at. They stared at me FOR FREE. Pui.. my manager keep forcing me to go talk to them, but they looked really hostile. The first customer I spoke to earlier already shouted so loudly le. He was complaining about EVERY SINGLE thing under the sun. My manager give me eye signal to chase him away.

“sorry Mr xxx, I dun think I have anything suitable for u.. maybe…”

before I finished, he started rattling again. I feel so miserable.…

of course I cant do my selling very well later on. I end up with 1 miserable case for the day. The earning for the day is only 1 tequila shot after CPF deduction.

TIAN AR……………………………..