Early morning I accompanied my granny to the community centre for this luncheon event which she had been asked to join during her weekly senior citizens' gathering at the void-decks earlier. Everything was fine, i got some time to spend while sending her safety despite the hot sun wasn't friendly. Then, the drama unfold when we arrived.
You see, they never specify or send out any notification pamplets to inform these senior citizens to bring along their ICs for verification purpose. The bloody counter-"statues" (these aunties who obviously have not been trained) keep insisting we produce the IC and keeps denying release of the entrance ticket for my granny. I kept my cool and suggested my granny's name was on that list they have and verification could be done alternatively through verbal verification. What's so difficult? Denied again.
All the rage burst out, I never knew I was so angry until I heard the table banged. It was the sound of my fist landing on the table as I demanded they tell me who the organiser was. Then all I heard was my voice loud as thunder. My first priority was to get my granny into the hall, so I thought it'd wouldn't help arguing with them, left with no choice, I told my granny I'll go back to fetch her IC. As I left in fury, echoes of words threaded behind me as I chanted "I"M GOING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT THEM!" together with the furious soul in my mind.
I got back, grabbed my granny's IC, together with a marker and a piece of paper which I intend to write down the counter-fool's (may Judas bless her family and future generations) name. Those haggs ought to be grateful to my granny who got me to cease all these troubles I'm gonna cause.
Apparently that didn't quench my angry. I headed home, took a cold bath to wash off my perspiration before I set down, looked up ST, websites for all the emails I could get to shoot my complaints about the disappointing encounters earlier.
Obviously this was atrocity. Never had I ever loose my cool before in public. Blood old and cocky hags who thinks they are in-charge just because they hold some name list and have the tickets. It's such a disgrace to those organisers who got these incompetent people to do the job. Social-well being programmes for the senior citizens and your staff turn away these elderly people, demanding them to go back to bring their ICs. Their rude attitude. Man.. These are old people we are talking about. You expect them to travel back and forth for some stupid lunch while you sit comfortably at the counters? Thank goodness I was there with my granny, else what would she have done?
While I was there I observed an old lady who brought her IC but just because her name wasn't on the list (I presumed she must have been here because of some verbal arrangement with her peers). And she was rejected flat and shunned away by the counter-hags! What's this?
Social failure! Sponsors, donors and taxpayers are funding such flopped programmes? You've gotta be kidding!!
You see, they never specify or send out any notification pamplets to inform these senior citizens to bring along their ICs for verification purpose. The bloody counter-"statues" (these aunties who obviously have not been trained) keep insisting we produce the IC and keeps denying release of the entrance ticket for my granny. I kept my cool and suggested my granny's name was on that list they have and verification could be done alternatively through verbal verification. What's so difficult? Denied again.
All the rage burst out, I never knew I was so angry until I heard the table banged. It was the sound of my fist landing on the table as I demanded they tell me who the organiser was. Then all I heard was my voice loud as thunder. My first priority was to get my granny into the hall, so I thought it'd wouldn't help arguing with them, left with no choice, I told my granny I'll go back to fetch her IC. As I left in fury, echoes of words threaded behind me as I chanted "I"M GOING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT THEM!" together with the furious soul in my mind.
I got back, grabbed my granny's IC, together with a marker and a piece of paper which I intend to write down the counter-fool's (may Judas bless her family and future generations) name. Those haggs ought to be grateful to my granny who got me to cease all these troubles I'm gonna cause.
Apparently that didn't quench my angry. I headed home, took a cold bath to wash off my perspiration before I set down, looked up ST, websites for all the emails I could get to shoot my complaints about the disappointing encounters earlier.
Obviously this was atrocity. Never had I ever loose my cool before in public. Blood old and cocky hags who thinks they are in-charge just because they hold some name list and have the tickets. It's such a disgrace to those organisers who got these incompetent people to do the job. Social-well being programmes for the senior citizens and your staff turn away these elderly people, demanding them to go back to bring their ICs. Their rude attitude. Man.. These are old people we are talking about. You expect them to travel back and forth for some stupid lunch while you sit comfortably at the counters? Thank goodness I was there with my granny, else what would she have done?
While I was there I observed an old lady who brought her IC but just because her name wasn't on the list (I presumed she must have been here because of some verbal arrangement with her peers). And she was rejected flat and shunned away by the counter-hags! What's this?
Social failure! Sponsors, donors and taxpayers are funding such flopped programmes? You've gotta be kidding!!
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