Have you ever been tested to your limits? Like so bloody much until you wanna blast the opposite party? I was on Sunday. For a moment I lost myself and morphed into a monster. The only good thing was the no one was in sight of me.
I don't normally lose my patience that easily. Friends who know me always know I'm a laid back, easy-going person. I use to be a very melodramatic person where I lose my temper easily during my younger days. It's only when I was maturing into a man, I realize temper isn't the way out to solve setbacks and losing it makes one lose energy and also I feel it's freaking waste of time. A great old friend, at the age of 84,(a friend I know from Pasir Ris park when I go for jogs) told me anger is something which complicates setbacks even further. Losing it is easy but the outcomes can be pretty nasty. Normally when I happen to feel that 'bad' emotion rising, I will move to a quiet place and take in a deep breadth. Some people count, like from 1-10. I wonder how that helps because it does not for me. But the greatest leader of India, Gandhi, does that when he get angry so perhaps it does help. Some people cry or shout it out. One of my friends actually literally shout when the negative emotion arrives. Of course saying anger as a negative emotion can be bias. Losing anger totally depends on the situation. Like for instance, today, five of my classmates losing their temper and nearly getting into a dispute was totally unnecessary. Totally invalid.
I nearly lost my temper on Sunday. To say I was angry was an understatement. My blood was boiling. I totally lost it but still manage to prevent myself from shouting at my manager when I was working. Sunday was my dad's birthday and I was suppose to work in the morning but ended up working in the evening as one of my colleagues got ill. Apparently my mum gotta pissed with me as they were having a birthday celebration for my dad but I hadn't had a choice. Guilt filled me as I went to work in the evening but eventually someone has gotta work during that time. As I entered the bar, I was about 15 minutes early so I just sat down at one of the tall seats to pass the time. My manager saw me sitting down and she came up to me and said this, "Can you punch in quickly so you can start work now. I have many things for you to do" in a sarcastic tone. I was like thinking this, "Excuse me, I'm 15 minutes early and if you wanna me to start earlier, you could ask me nicer without a pinch of sarcasm in your tone". Though I didn't say it out aloud, I gave her the benefit of the doubt as she is the manager and she is known to have major mood-swings. She asked me to take the extra chairs which were behind the bar and wipe them. The extra chairs were to be put inside the bistro and some were to be put outside the bar as more people would definitely arrive on Sunday as they were telecasting the EPL matches live. I changed into my uniform and started putting my apron when there was an order to make drinks and my manager happen not to be there at the moment. I reckon she went to the kitchen to help out the chef. I did the drinks and the bartender, Shawn came a short while later. He asked me help him stack the "Kilkeny" beer in the fridge. I didn't mind helping him and also there were little cans to stack. As I was starting to stack, the manager came back to the bar area and shouted at me. "Vinod, I ask you to wipe the chairs and what are you doing? Do you ever listen?" she barked. I was already annoyed at the moment and seeing Uncle Soon made me more annoyed simply because Uncle Soon, who is actually my manager's real Uncle has been working most of the weekdays and plus a Saturday. He's 67 and he needs to spend time with his wife at the least on Sunday and the Bitch of a manager called him back! Can you imagine that? Fucking inconsiderate. At his age, he is very handy and mobile but he needs his rest. He is not a robot for God's sake! Still, the poor old guy gave in to her and help her out on a Sunday when the whore can actually help out instead of him.
She then ask me to arrange the chairs outside the bar after wiping before she left for church for her prayers. There was already many chairs arranged in the bistro so Uncle Soon told me I don't have to arrange the chairs outside and just put them on standby as he predict there won't awfully be many customers. He overwrote her rule and since he is the Uncle and plus his way of thinking makes sense. Later in the night, she asked me why the chairs were not outside the bar. I told her since there were already many chairs arranged, I put the remaining chairs on stand-by and Uncle Soon told me to do so. "Well, I told you to put there didn't I? And Uncle is not the manager! Next time, just listen to what I say!"She literally shouted at me. At that time, I lost my cool. Totally lost it. I said "FUCK!" loudly. I don't know if she heard plus I don't give a rat's ass even if she did. You don't just shout at me for no damn reason. I am your employee not your fucking slave plus I think I deserve respect even though I am working for you. FUCK YOU BITCH! No wait, I don't wanna fuck you. In fact I wonder why I gotta waste my cum even though I produce millions of it, to a obnoxious bitch like you! In fact I don't mind even wasting it after watching porn and wanking to my heart's content. You have zero management skills and the hillarious part is you wanna come up with a new outlet? Oh please! You are gonna make me laugh at your damn face. You can't even hire new workers and you wanna open a new outlet? Are you sane or you lost it? Who's gonna work in the new outlet? Ghost? Or you gonna bring your fat ass and do a one man show there? Sometimes I wonder why Shawn say you have a massive attitude problem and now I get him. In fact, I don't even blame him for quitting anytime soon. And you are a damn bias person. The other bitch, Marilyn, didn't come for work and back out at the last minute again! No fucking responsibility and she always claim she's sick. Sick in the head alright! Xp, my other colleague and I nearly died that day without one more person working, serving so many customers. Luckily some customers were nice enough to wait for their orders. Seriously I think your screw has gotta lose because you keep workers like Marilyn for fuck? If I were you, I would have already fired her! If you want money, you gotta work. If you don't wanna work, get the fuck out. What's the point of being half-hearted at your work? I know she's your Majong pal, but work is work! You should not show favoritism to a specific person. If you did, we are all gonna die because of her. You get me fuckface? I don't like to use the words, but FUCK YOU!
I am not a crude and vile person. Ask my friends and they'll tell you what can of person I am. But when you really tested to the limits, the most patient person would also blast. When you give people a inch, they take a yard. Most people do that and friends, prevent yourself from doing that. I hate being bossed around. I was bossed around in the military but all soldiers gotta bite the bullet. Not in the outside world as well. I reckon when you ask someone help nicely, they would most probably definitely help. You don't order a person. Respect gotta be earned. You don't ask for it. My blog today maybe rather coarse but I needed to let it out. Luckily I didn't blast at her face and I still manage to move away just in time to take in air. I have been learning not to lose my temper unnecessarily. Temper is just an emotion. Learning to control it requires practice and once you learn to control it, you can achieve anything.
I don't normally lose my patience that easily. Friends who know me always know I'm a laid back, easy-going person. I use to be a very melodramatic person where I lose my temper easily during my younger days. It's only when I was maturing into a man, I realize temper isn't the way out to solve setbacks and losing it makes one lose energy and also I feel it's freaking waste of time. A great old friend, at the age of 84,(a friend I know from Pasir Ris park when I go for jogs) told me anger is something which complicates setbacks even further. Losing it is easy but the outcomes can be pretty nasty. Normally when I happen to feel that 'bad' emotion rising, I will move to a quiet place and take in a deep breadth. Some people count, like from 1-10. I wonder how that helps because it does not for me. But the greatest leader of India, Gandhi, does that when he get angry so perhaps it does help. Some people cry or shout it out. One of my friends actually literally shout when the negative emotion arrives. Of course saying anger as a negative emotion can be bias. Losing anger totally depends on the situation. Like for instance, today, five of my classmates losing their temper and nearly getting into a dispute was totally unnecessary. Totally invalid.
I nearly lost my temper on Sunday. To say I was angry was an understatement. My blood was boiling. I totally lost it but still manage to prevent myself from shouting at my manager when I was working. Sunday was my dad's birthday and I was suppose to work in the morning but ended up working in the evening as one of my colleagues got ill. Apparently my mum gotta pissed with me as they were having a birthday celebration for my dad but I hadn't had a choice. Guilt filled me as I went to work in the evening but eventually someone has gotta work during that time. As I entered the bar, I was about 15 minutes early so I just sat down at one of the tall seats to pass the time. My manager saw me sitting down and she came up to me and said this, "Can you punch in quickly so you can start work now. I have many things for you to do" in a sarcastic tone. I was like thinking this, "Excuse me, I'm 15 minutes early and if you wanna me to start earlier, you could ask me nicer without a pinch of sarcasm in your tone". Though I didn't say it out aloud, I gave her the benefit of the doubt as she is the manager and she is known to have major mood-swings. She asked me to take the extra chairs which were behind the bar and wipe them. The extra chairs were to be put inside the bistro and some were to be put outside the bar as more people would definitely arrive on Sunday as they were telecasting the EPL matches live. I changed into my uniform and started putting my apron when there was an order to make drinks and my manager happen not to be there at the moment. I reckon she went to the kitchen to help out the chef. I did the drinks and the bartender, Shawn came a short while later. He asked me help him stack the "Kilkeny" beer in the fridge. I didn't mind helping him and also there were little cans to stack. As I was starting to stack, the manager came back to the bar area and shouted at me. "Vinod, I ask you to wipe the chairs and what are you doing? Do you ever listen?" she barked. I was already annoyed at the moment and seeing Uncle Soon made me more annoyed simply because Uncle Soon, who is actually my manager's real Uncle has been working most of the weekdays and plus a Saturday. He's 67 and he needs to spend time with his wife at the least on Sunday and the Bitch of a manager called him back! Can you imagine that? Fucking inconsiderate. At his age, he is very handy and mobile but he needs his rest. He is not a robot for God's sake! Still, the poor old guy gave in to her and help her out on a Sunday when the whore can actually help out instead of him.
She then ask me to arrange the chairs outside the bar after wiping before she left for church for her prayers. There was already many chairs arranged in the bistro so Uncle Soon told me I don't have to arrange the chairs outside and just put them on standby as he predict there won't awfully be many customers. He overwrote her rule and since he is the Uncle and plus his way of thinking makes sense. Later in the night, she asked me why the chairs were not outside the bar. I told her since there were already many chairs arranged, I put the remaining chairs on stand-by and Uncle Soon told me to do so. "Well, I told you to put there didn't I? And Uncle is not the manager! Next time, just listen to what I say!"She literally shouted at me. At that time, I lost my cool. Totally lost it. I said "FUCK!" loudly. I don't know if she heard plus I don't give a rat's ass even if she did. You don't just shout at me for no damn reason. I am your employee not your fucking slave plus I think I deserve respect even though I am working for you. FUCK YOU BITCH! No wait, I don't wanna fuck you. In fact I wonder why I gotta waste my cum even though I produce millions of it, to a obnoxious bitch like you! In fact I don't mind even wasting it after watching porn and wanking to my heart's content. You have zero management skills and the hillarious part is you wanna come up with a new outlet? Oh please! You are gonna make me laugh at your damn face. You can't even hire new workers and you wanna open a new outlet? Are you sane or you lost it? Who's gonna work in the new outlet? Ghost? Or you gonna bring your fat ass and do a one man show there? Sometimes I wonder why Shawn say you have a massive attitude problem and now I get him. In fact, I don't even blame him for quitting anytime soon. And you are a damn bias person. The other bitch, Marilyn, didn't come for work and back out at the last minute again! No fucking responsibility and she always claim she's sick. Sick in the head alright! Xp, my other colleague and I nearly died that day without one more person working, serving so many customers. Luckily some customers were nice enough to wait for their orders. Seriously I think your screw has gotta lose because you keep workers like Marilyn for fuck? If I were you, I would have already fired her! If you want money, you gotta work. If you don't wanna work, get the fuck out. What's the point of being half-hearted at your work? I know she's your Majong pal, but work is work! You should not show favoritism to a specific person. If you did, we are all gonna die because of her. You get me fuckface? I don't like to use the words, but FUCK YOU!
I am not a crude and vile person. Ask my friends and they'll tell you what can of person I am. But when you really tested to the limits, the most patient person would also blast. When you give people a inch, they take a yard. Most people do that and friends, prevent yourself from doing that. I hate being bossed around. I was bossed around in the military but all soldiers gotta bite the bullet. Not in the outside world as well. I reckon when you ask someone help nicely, they would most probably definitely help. You don't order a person. Respect gotta be earned. You don't ask for it. My blog today maybe rather coarse but I needed to let it out. Luckily I didn't blast at her face and I still manage to move away just in time to take in air. I have been learning not to lose my temper unnecessarily. Temper is just an emotion. Learning to control it requires practice and once you learn to control it, you can achieve anything.
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