This is a rant. A vent to release some anger...
Last wednesday some a$$hole stole my handphone from right under my nose (literally)... I was handing out payments to the part-timers (they will come work during functions and paid hourly)... I was busy and in between answering and making calls when in the middle of things, I put my handphone down next to my arm on the desk (careless of me, i know. Ain't hindsight always have to be so bloody 20/20), thinking that it will be okay.
Wrong.
Just when I almost finished paying the last few part-timers, I noticed, eh, mana handphone aku ni??? I borrowed a part-timers phone to call my number just in case my phone fell somewhere, I got into voicemail....and I got that nasty feeling in my gut and the reality hits me! some a$$hole actually had the nerve to curik my handphone terang2an... If only I dapat budak pencurik tu, aku hantar pi budak2 staff aku biar dia kena tibai, and then kerat hujung jari dia, biar semua org tau dia tu pencurik. Kejam??? Oh no, that is still not kejam by my standard. That's proper retribution. I know about the forgive and forget stuffs, but face it, in that handphone (biar tak lawa, tak canggih, tak mahal...) There are lots of memories there. The pics, the SMSes, and importantly contact numbers of all my friends and families. How the hella are they gonna contact me???
Contacted Dad. Dad being my hero, came to the rescue. One hour later, I got a new handphone courtesy of Dad. Thanks, aba... U're my hero
So friends, please email me and give me your contact number. If u're on friendster, my hp number is announced in the bulletin...
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I am supposed to be on leave tommorrow but have a meeting to attend. 2-days meeting 9am-6pm. Sengal la otak aku meeting ni. Dah la almost 2 minggu kerja non-stop (tell u about that later..)
Bos org putih pun nak datang. aiseh. lagi sengal.
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