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i’m not lovin’ it.

Good morning Friday !

I had a very unpleasant experience at McDonald’s, Padang Hiliran, Kuala Terengganu this morning.
Mr Sunshine and I were supposed to collect a few boxes of kerepek which his mum sent from Batu Pahat through one of the express buses. We were told that it (the bus) would arrive at between 0430 hours to 0500 hours at Kuala Terengganu this morning, so we had planned to leave the house at about 0330 hours and to have our sahur at the McDonald’s outlet mentioned above.
So it happened we overslept, no surprise there huh, and woke up at 0440 hours, resulting in Mr Sunshine speeding and us reaching the McDonald’s at 0515 hours (a record time of 25 minutes !*).
Alhamdulillah, we still had time for sahur, I thought to myself.
I thought wrong.
We decided it was best to just dine in the car, so we tried the drive-thru but there was no one there to entertain us. So I got down the car to order takeaway.
There was already a couple ordering in front of me and I noticed that the female employee behind the counter was taking down the order manually. The cash register was closed for some odd reason.
No one behind the counter was smiling, I could swear one of the male employee rolled his eyes at me. They seemed very unhappy to be having customers at that hour.
The ordering process took longer than I expected, with the female employee grumbling out loud, “Tak sahur lah aku hari ini.” and “Aku baru minum air sahaja tau.”, frowning all the way.
The couple and I exchanged smiles and the same WTH thought.
The clock was already showing 0530 hours and all of us still have not gotten our food.
I watched in disbelief as another male employee reluctantly filled in our drinks and put them on the counter without even acknowledging us.
While the female employee was still grumbling and whining out loud. 
I received my McValue Meals earlier that the couple in front of me. Poor thing, they ordered a lot more than I did.
But there was no Thank You or I’m Sorry or even a smile at the end of all of it.
If that does not scream lousy service, I do not know what to say.

Apart from the horrible encounter, I was not pleased that Mr Sunshine and I were left with a few minutes to gobble down our meals.
I think I have indigestion now, thank you.
I hope the earlier couple had enough time to at least have a bite before Subuh. 

I definitely plan to not forget their faces and am gonna note down their names the next time I am there and I’ll either complain directly to the franchise owner (Mr Sunshine knows him) or use the suggestion form to lodge my complaint.
I’m not being dramatic, it’s just that I believe that when you work in this line of business, you have to show respect and be pleasant to your customers AT ALL TIMES. In fact this also applies to us pharmacists and doctors (or anyone whose job requires them to be one-on-one with other people) as well.
From my retail experience of working at Watson’s, Carlo Rino and Paul Smith, and now as a pharmacist dealing with all sorts of patients the whole day, I know how tiring it can get, but whatever that’s going wrong behind the counter stays behind the counter.
Everyone has their bad days.
Grumble all you want behind your customers, but smile (fake one, if you have to) in front of them.
If you can’t do that, quit.
And go look for a desk job which do not require human contact. Good luck with that.

I am not angry lah.
Just very, very displeased. And my tummy hurts.
Ok I have to go to the market now. Bye.

*Kids, don’t try this at home.

xoxo

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you.

Hi YOU.
I hope someday you would realize the amount of hurt that YOU have caused me.

I hope someday you realize that every time I tried to get in touch with you, it was FOR YOU, to know how YOU were and if there was anything wrong with YOU.

I hope you realize that over the years I have been dismissing my husband/family/friends/ex-boyfriend’s advice to keep you out of my life because I was willing to give YOU the benefit of the doubt.
My Daddy even still remembers the day you stood me up for your other friends when you promised me we would look for a place to stay together. I’m sure YOU can’t even recall that incident, because I seemed to have forgotten it too.

I hope you realize that my husband won’t even want to talk to me if I mention YOUR name. Yes, that’s how much he hates YOU for doing this to me. 

I hope you realize that I am starting to regret the day we bumped into each other after I tried to severe ties with you even though I know it was written that I had to be there for you through your nasty break up.

I hope you realize that you do not need to stoop so low and pass remarks about how beautiful your friendships with other people are despite them having little or no communication, just to make your sorry little self feel better.

“Don’t let these bangang people bring you down.” (Felicia Simone, 2010)
So I am not letting YOU bring me down.

Thanks Felicia, thank you Akey, thank you Lene, thank you Annisa, thank you Diana and thank you Mr Sunshine for all your words of comfort and advice.

xoxo

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worry is wasteful.

I do not like not knowing where Mr Sunshine is.
Pardon me, I do not mean to sound like a naggy wife, but he travels A LOT either on his own or with some of his other colleagues, and I get worried for his safety on the road.
And yes, sometimes the worrying almost crosses the border to being paranoid. Almost.

I do not expect hourly reports, but a simple text message to let me know when he has reached somewhere or is leaving to another place would suffice.
It’s a good thing, the both of us have been used to letting each other know about our whereabouts, even before we got married. It’s not something any of us forced unto each other, I guess it was just came naturally to us.
I am not sure whether this is the norm with other couples out there(?).

A short “Saya dah sampai.” or “Saya baru bertolak ke (insert name of place).” are common exchanges between us.
Well of course through the short messaging service those messages are actually shorter. Hehe.

I depend so much on the security of always being able to get in touch with him and his whereabouts so you can only imagine how distressed I would be if he happens to go some place where there is no Maxis coverage.
Or when his phone runs out of battery.
LIKE WHAT’S HAPPENING NOW.
The last text message from him was at 1800 hours, letting me know that he had just left Mesra Mall, Kerteh after his routine inspections at premises in Kemaman were over. Before that he did call to let me know his battery was running low and asked me what flavor of Big Apple donuts that I wanted. Love you.
Based on experience, he should have arrived back home like, hm, now. 🙁

I just want him home safe. 🙁

xoxo

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