My work station is in a mess when I report for work today… My best bet is some low life monkeys must have nothing better to do during the long weekend, so they decided spiced up their life by playing “war games” with paper bullets in the showroom, (not mentioned messing around with my stamp pads and many other stuffs) And so happened that my work station became one of the hide out… Yo monkeys I know who you are Lah, haven’t you wake up from that stupid stunts of yours? It’s just less that a week ago you bang into my customer’s car and the case is yet to settled, and now what? “War games” in the showroom? I really got to take off my hat to you, Dude…
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Is it me? Or what? My foreman haven’t being himself lately, I guess that stupid manager P.L is the cause of all this grief, This stupid A$$ hole has been going around screwing up people life and cause them to leave because of his God damn stunts and the best part is our dear friend here seem to have no remorse about it…
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Here we go again… My dear Mr S.K has done it again, I told him not to carry out any modifications to the car but he just can’t hear me out… my breakdown assistance guy M call me late last night and told me that this Mr S.K car is having problem and seem to him that the car need to be tow back to the workshop… haiz… Mr S.K when are you going to learn to keep those itchy bitchy hands of yours off the engine compartment?
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Next… MR.G rings me up told me he wants to pick up the key he order, I told him to drive down car so that I can program the key to the control unit, All of a sudden he start to make hell lot noise saying about this Lah... that Lah… Haiz… God help me…man…
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Then we have Dear Mr P who came and wants me to solve his dash board ratting sound in an hour… What is this man? I don’t wear my Red underwear outside Lah… can you please use your brain or not? Solve a ratting sound in the dash board in an hour time? What? You think I can do magic is it?
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My fairies god-mother Mrs Tong calls me and tell me that all the service guy she know have resign from office, and now I the only monkey that can help her, (somehow I don’t buy any of this shits she said And anyway since I not in any department of the brand of car she is driving, so you think I really ?give a shit about it) I told her “Yah, when all the handsome guys is around you don’t’ give me a hoot right? Now you remember this UGLY DUCKING because no one cares to give a shit about your car right? I told her to come down to the workshop tomorrow and see what I can do… Hee…Hee where have I left the company’s invoice book?
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Mr S.K keeps on calling me asking how was the car doing just after lunch it’s like he called me every 10-15min now and then, what the hell is wrong with you Mr S.K? I’ve told you I’ll call you when the car is really for collection, why didn’t you use your A$$ brain when you DIY modifications to the car? You should know something like “breakdown” will happen when you can’t keep those itchy bitchy hands to yourself… I really hope you will learn a lesson or two from this God damn stunts of yours… Haiz… maybe now you know why I so sick of phone calls…
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Some monkey just don’t understand what’s the meaning of free service and packages no matter how you explain to them, 1 monkey called up and asked about the free service stuffs I told him that if there is any free service agreement it will be in the sale agreement he signed, This clown though that I pulling a fast 1 on him so… what he do is he hung up the phone and calls back and start making hell lot of noisy about me thinking I am the sales manager… the best part… I told him the same thing, and I ended the call telling him that I am the same monkey telling him the same thing…. Ha ha I think he is going to have a sleepless nite to night….
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Bloody sales man E.T did it again… under cutting my customer… where is your integrity or do you have any at all? I hope all your sales don't get though and all your deals go up the flames, dude......
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