I was like a kid in the candy shop when I discovered Yale's YouTube channel. There's a playlist on 20th century literary theory. There is a video called "Natural Law Roots of the Social Contract Tradition". There is a playlist on Ancient Greek history. All that's missing is some form of legal theory/constitutional theory/international law BS. This is the most exciting YouTube find of all-time. I can't wait to watch these videos.
I'm a such a fucking nerd.
I went to Orchard during lunch today to try on this Mango dress that I saw last week which I didn't have time to try on (Wei Chuen was already waiting for me at the Japanese restaurant where we were having dinner). I was pleased as punch after I tried it on because it was SUPER cute and I had to buy it in XS. It's a white dress with a tank top top and a short flare floral-embroidered skirt. It doesn't look too great from the back and it's probably not worth $69 but who gives a fuck. This was the first dress I bought since January when I bought a couple of dresses in Melbourne and a tennis outfit. Yeah I haven't bought anything, clothes-wise, since then.
Anyway, the point of all this is to bitch about the fucking retarded cashier at Mango who appeared to be from the wonderful country known as the People's Republic of China. I went to the cashier to pay for my dress and I received the shock of my life when I heard the following words escape from the cashier's mouth:
"Mango or Isetan card, you have?"
I was genuinely stunned for a couple of seconds. That is, I was stunned because I genuinely did not comprehend her; the words sounded like gibberish the first time round.
I said, "Sorry?"
The cashier replied, with a slight tinge of annoyance in her voice, "Mango or Isetan card, you have?"
This time round I understood her perfectly and I was too affronted by the shit grammar and shit attitude to hide my annoyance. After I gave her my card and my credit card and signed for my item, she didn't even say thank you as she handed me my receipt.
What a fucking bitch. Who the hell in Mango trained her to say "Mango or Isetan card, you have?" to a customer? Mango's salesgirls aren't known for their impeccable service but this bitch was just pushing it a tad too far. I hardly ever come across cashiers who don't at least say thank you after the customer pays. I'm not even asking for a fucking smile; just two simple bloody words to demonstrate some semblance of politeness even if they're not feeling it. Who gives a shit about how they feel? They're paid to serve customers and the least, really the LEAST, that they could do is to say thank you.
Obviously, though, Mango needs to train their bloody PRC staff to speak proper English. "Mango or Isetan card, you have?" Seriously, I've never fucking heard this before in all my years of shopping at Mango - and considering it's my favourite shop, that's a lot of shopping at Mango over a period of at least 8 years. "You have Mango or Isetan card?" would not have been nearly as offensive. Poor grammar aside, what that bitch cashier said was just so rude and her bitch face didn't help matters at all.
Speaking of bitches, I had the misfortune of losing my MRT spot by the door against the glass panel to some auntie-in-training today. I boarded the MRT at Jurong East and headed for the other door since I was getting off at the next stop and I wanted to lean against the glass panel by the door. However, the auntie-in-waiting made a beeline for the same spot as me and even though I actually got there a split second faster, which meant that the civilised thing for her to do in this situation is to abandon the prize, she barged in and took my spot.
Fucking bitch oh my god. That really annoyed the crap out of me, but obviously wasn't big enough of an issue for me to make a fuss of, so I just rolled my eyes really hard and sauntered away.
Also, it really grosses me out to the max when guys/men blatantly stare at me on the MRT. The guys/men in question are usually butt-ugly to boot and fat and old and smoky and just bloody gross. It makes me feel violated. I'd be playing Scramble on my phone and I'd randomly look up after I finish a game and I'd suddenly catch some gross middle-aged man with a gross huge-ass belly staring at me, which would make me wonder how long he'd been doing that, which would just make me feel all gross inside. If they ever tried to speak to me I'd tell them to fuck off straight away.
Okay I think I'm done ranting. There was something specific that I wanted to say on top of all this useless shit but I can't remember what it was.
There was some staff seminar today. I didn't sign up 'cause the email said "sign up quickly to secure your spot" which implied it was not compulsory and I hadn't the slightest clue what the staff seminar was about and it didn't sound very interesting so I couldn't be bothered. I was literally the only person in my section of the office the whole morning. It was amazing. I wish it could be like that every day.