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.Tuesday, November 25, 2008 ' 5:55 PM Y
i was sick and i drag my both feet to werk. no choice.

werk was hell lah i tell you. i was in the kitchen and i saw this myammar gurl was carrying the plate without using any tray. and u noe wat??? my manager saw her carrying like that and he ask her to carry the tray on her shoulder and walk 5 freaking round in the restaurant!! and u imagine how cruel he is. i was shock lah.

seriously my manager doesnt have a feeling at all. i feel like smacking him down like wrestling. seriously. and u another thing is that i didnt attend yest as i was sick, he called me to sit at one corner with him and he ask me question. MACAM CSI SIAK!!!

he: why u didnt come yest???
me: i was sick.
he: did u call any of the captain??
me: yup. i msg the three captain.
he: one week how many times u sick?
me: one lah. this week onli. (wat the hell. he thinks im a god and i will noe when i will be sick? he MUST BE CRAZYYYY!!!!!!)
he: then the other day why u nvr come??
me: i thought i already tell u i got sch and u say u wanna find me a replacement???
he: ok watever it is, if u cannot come u must find a replacement.
me: ahh.. (tired of listening and telling him everything AGAIN)
he: so how is sarah's wedding? good?
me: ahh good.

then he shake hand with me. and start reminding me again to find replacement. watever lah. im just too tired to talk to such a heartless person i must say. *rolleyes*

okok im tired. need rest.

still having flu, cough and sore throat. :(

yours truly, hidayah.






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