I am not going to wash my car myself anymore from today onwards.
Count myself lucky this time.
I dare not take the 3rd risk. Who knows what's next?
Superstitious or not, i'd rather be safe than sorry.
Daddy just sent me an sms. Requested for pick up - SOP.
I wonder how am I going to tell dad later. Though I'm 90% sure he's not going to blame me, but still.. Who won't be sian?
Right after I stepped home fuming still, my house phone rang.
A call from some unethical & unprofessional Propnex property agent.
She: Hi, can I speak to Mr. Anthony?
Me: Whose that on the line?
She: Oh! Hi is this Mrs Ang?
Me: NO. His daughter. What is it regarding?!
She: Oh! Is your daddy or mummy in??
Me: Excuse me? What is it regarding???
She: Ermm I'm calling from propnex. There are buyers who are interested in buying your .........
Before she could finish, I told her off that we're not interested and slammed the phone down.
Seriously!
What kind of professional property agent speaks/works like that?!
In the very first place, do I sound like a freaking 3 year old kid whom you cannot convey a message to?!
I may look the age of a secondary school kid but I beg to differ for my voice.
I believe the choice of words and my phrasing of sentences in complete & proper english should by RIGHT give you some common sense to enlighten you to stop your pea brain from thinking I'm not the right person you ought to be talking to.
& whoever in Propnex gave you shit training of probing or guessing or assuming someone else's social role or identity?! Is this how they taught you to strike a conversation?!
Do you people even CARE for people's privacy or sensitivity issues??
Do you people even use your fucking pea brains to think before you speak?!
Seriously!
Lady,
I'm sorry you called at the wrong timing, to have to speak to a superbly unfriendly and nasty me.
& an important lesson for you:
Don't fucking assume that everyone has a mother.
Because for fuck's sake, I don't!
& in times like this, the more I don't wish to hear of her and you, had the audacity to name her TWICE, assume that I'm her & FYI! I AM NOT HER, neither DO I WANT to be her.
Thanks for making my already very blue Monday BLACK.
Right.
Count myself lucky this time.
I dare not take the 3rd risk. Who knows what's next?
Superstitious or not, i'd rather be safe than sorry.
Daddy just sent me an sms. Requested for pick up - SOP.
I wonder how am I going to tell dad later. Though I'm 90% sure he's not going to blame me, but still.. Who won't be sian?
Right after I stepped home fuming still, my house phone rang.
A call from some unethical & unprofessional Propnex property agent.
She: Hi, can I speak to Mr. Anthony?
Me: Whose that on the line?
She: Oh! Hi is this Mrs Ang?
Me: NO. His daughter. What is it regarding?!
She: Oh! Is your daddy or mummy in??
Me: Excuse me? What is it regarding???
She: Ermm I'm calling from propnex. There are buyers who are interested in buying your .........
Before she could finish, I told her off that we're not interested and slammed the phone down.
Seriously!
What kind of professional property agent speaks/works like that?!
In the very first place, do I sound like a freaking 3 year old kid whom you cannot convey a message to?!
I may look the age of a secondary school kid but I beg to differ for my voice.
I believe the choice of words and my phrasing of sentences in complete & proper english should by RIGHT give you some common sense to enlighten you to stop your pea brain from thinking I'm not the right person you ought to be talking to.
& whoever in Propnex gave you shit training of probing or guessing or assuming someone else's social role or identity?! Is this how they taught you to strike a conversation?!
Do you people even CARE for people's privacy or sensitivity issues??
Do you people even use your fucking pea brains to think before you speak?!
Seriously!
Lady,
I'm sorry you called at the wrong timing, to have to speak to a superbly unfriendly and nasty me.
& an important lesson for you:
Don't fucking assume that everyone has a mother.
Because for fuck's sake, I don't!
& in times like this, the more I don't wish to hear of her and you, had the audacity to name her TWICE, assume that I'm her & FYI! I AM NOT HER, neither DO I WANT to be her.
Thanks for making my already very blue Monday BLACK.
Right.
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