yesterday during work, manager on duty was wan iskandar.
taufiq did bar and frappe, and helped me a lot in POS.
i, of course, was assigned to POS because i told wan im quite new in it.

wan iskandar was locked out of his own room the night before.
so he came to work with disgustingly black adidas soccer shorts (the only black bottoms he could find in the laundry),
and a pair of black doc-mats.





he looked like a cross between mas selamat and a mat kotai.

but the shift was made interesting enough:

customer: hi, can i have a medium mocha frapp, please?
wan: CANNOT! must buy the LARGE one. yabadabadoooo!

yesterday too, was taufiq's hari bodoh.
he dropped a bagel on the floor, spilled a venti caramel frapp, and also the steamed milk onto the sides of the sink.

all of us couldnt stop laughing at one another.

on the way home from work, i joined the 242 queue and while my mind drifted away listening to my mp3,
i was awakened by the arrival of bus 242 - finally after twenty minutes of waiting!
so i waited and waited for the queue to move to the front.

and my mind drifted away again by the music in my mp3.

suddenly, i looked up, and saw 242 drive away!
i was like, "why are the people not boarding the bus! not crowded what!"

little did i realise that i was at the 251 queue, which services to benoi road (those tuas factory areas).

alamak. reputation tarnished.