Let's just forget what I wrote in the previous post and let bygones be bygones. I don't know what got over me. Fatigue I guess. Or work of the devil, I presume. Heh.

Anyways, work was okay today and tomorrow is going to be a long day because I am going to spend it by sorting out 2 days' worth of receipts. And in the evening, we had a customer who was browsing at the lounge/chill-out section and he wanted to listen to a certain cd. We did as what our job required us to do and that was to serve the customer. He was directed to the player and everything went on as per normal. Okay, not quite normal.

You see, other customers would put on the headphones over their heads so that their hands would be free to scroll, adjust or whatever. But this particular customer already had files and papers in his left hand and yet he chose to hold the headphone in the other hand, pressing it against his right ear.

So there I was, thinking out loud over at the counter "is that guy vain or what? look at the amount of gel he has on his hair. even if ip's struck by a sudden storm, his hair will remain in place lah". And then we heard something. We thought that it came from someone's phone because it was ultra loud. And then we realised that it came from that customer whose hair was smothered with God-knows-how-many tonnes of gel, over at the listening station. I swear, anyone who put on that set of headphones could have turned deaf instantly. I came up to him and asked if he would like me to help him adjust the volume. The guy looked at me with such immense gratitude smeared all over his face and said "ohhhh, yes please. thank you very much." -_-

Before I submit this entry and finally hit the sack, let me share with you an insight.

After work saw me at bbdc. Today, I finally started on the crank course. Everything went on smoothly, initially. Usually, students will gradually improve as they progress. I, apparently, only seem to come across more obstacles such as mounting and hitting the kerb as I get closer to being able to move on to the final stages. And then it suddenly hit me. My dad only passed his TP on a 2nd attempt. The infringement being, mounting on a kerb.

Ke mana kuah nak tumpah kalau tak ke nasi? Like father, like daughter, hor?

Bye.