my sanctuary…

@#$&^ Shop!

Updating in a foul mood. Trying my best to refrain from spitting out expletives in their entirety. Gah!

It’s a small thing.

But I’m seriously angry!

Don’t even mention the fact that it’s a Monday and I woke up feeling as tired as before I went to sleep as if I hadn’t slept at all when I actually slept earlier…a little!

I should’ve known…it was an OMEN of what was going to happen!

After lunch, I followed my colleagues into this interesting-looking (it is definitely NOT interesting now!) gift cum shoes cum oh-chi-ba-la (read: miscellaneous) (see, it can’t even decide what kind of shop it is! business must be NOT GOOD!) shop.

I was pretty intrigued at first. Until it happened.

Arghhh! Spoiled my mood for the rest of the @#$&^ day!

My colleagues and I were looking at this wall of cute (read: idiotic and stupid) clocks hanging precariously from the kind of steel hooks stores usually use to hang light items, e.g. socks, hair accessories, etc. (warning sirens could have sounded, can’t believe I didn’t noticed! what kind of stupid people use those hooks to hang clocks?!). One ladybug clock (the cursed clock!) was facing the other way, so I tried to turn it around to face us so that we can have a clearer look at it.

Then it dropped. The cursed clock DROPPED!

And the best thing is, it BROKE! The cursed clock @#$&^ BROKE!

It wasn’t really THAT broken. The cursed clock had fake black plastic legs sticking out from the sides stemming from a black plastic free-moving stem at the back, probably to move from side to side simulating a pendulum when the cursed clock is alive (!). The bottom pair of legs broke off from the impact.

I didn’t even realized that there was anything wrong with it. I was about to walk off leaving the clock in the display basket where it dropped into when a suddenly very alert @#$&^ shop assistant came by to check on the cursed thing. And said that I had to pay for the cursed @#$&^ thing!

I of course refused! The cursed thing was hanging precariously WITHOUT any support (some of the clocks actually had nylon strings tied to them for hanging purposes), and there wasn’t any warning sign signalling customers to be careful at all! @#$&^!

Hitherto I still believe I shouldn’t have had to pay for the damage! It wasn’t my fault!!! The cursed thing could have easily dropped when a gust of wind blew it off!!!

When the lady owner was informed of the matter, she came by to see the clock and the first sound she made was, “Tsk.”

I was already very annoyed and angry, disbelief clouding my mind.

She insisted that I pay because the cursed thing was broken (and it broke when it dropped after I tried to turn it around to have a better look at it *roll eyes*), how could she sell it out now? I’m telling you, even if it wasn’t broken, she couldn’t have been able to sell it anyhow. It wasn’t even nice! HRUMPH!!!

Had my colleague not stood in to have a look at the cursed thing and offer to pay at a lower price, I’d have persisted on my innocence (while swallowing back my tears real hard)! Because it was NOT my fault!

RM20.00 from the discounted price of RM24.99 (discounted summor! original price was almost RM40.00! told you no one would buy it!) definitely does not do justice to my innocence! Even RM5.00 would have been too much!!! Hey, I’m innocent here, O-K-A-Y!!!

My colleague paid for the clock and passed it to another colleague. I distanced myself from my colleagues on the way back to the office after that, walking briskly with hot angry tears pooling in my eyes.

Yes, I’m the kind to cry when I’m angry. And I was @#$&^ angry!

Back in the office, I msn-ed my colleague that I’d pay her back tomorrow as I thought I didn’t brought enough money. I even apologized for the trouble. Then she actually told me to my utmost horror that they were planning to hang the cursed thing in the office after another colleague had fixed it!

As if I haven’t had enough of the stupid nonsense!!!

This colleague of mine, as much as I love her during our normal heart-to-heart or even nonsense chat… She just isn’t very sensitive when it comes to dealing with an angry and upset colleague-friend loh!!! She kept hahahaha-ing away when I unleashed my displeasures (to put it mildly) over the cursed thing, and when I practically pleaded her to keep that cursed thing permanently out of my sight, she either ignored me (what!)… told me to take it as a lesson, no matter whose fault it was, that it was just a thing not a human (my foot! so what if it’s a thing not a human?! it’s a painful reminder of something that is NOT my fault!!!)… challenged me to throw it away when I said I would the minute I see it (@#$&^!)… or suddenly dedicatedly told me to do my work!

All the while paying no heed to my hurt feelings!!!

Hot angry tears were rolling from my eyes incessantly the whole time O-K-A-Y!

I turned to the colleague who was tasked to repair the cursed thing, msn-ing him to give it away after he fixed it (with hot angry tears pooling in my eyes again) (what, the tears had wills on their own, okay!). I’ve never felt so grateful to anyone in my life when he said he would, with the condition that I wouldn’t be angry and upset anymore (awww, I really could have hugged him then and there!). He also mentioned that the clocks weren’t hung properly (see, I wasn’t bluffing!), and he made me feel so happy when he called the lady owner an obasan (read: old aunty)! The stupid obasan was not really an old aunty, but who cares?! HRUMPH!

Idiot obasan just lost one potentially good customer too! I was actually mentally bookmarking her shop before all those nonsense, you know! Never am I going to step into the cursed place again! N-E-V-E-R!

HM!

Okay, okay, I’m a BIG CRYBABY. I am not ashamed nor am I proud of it. >.<

And I wanted a watch, not a cursed clock!!!