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Shittty management.

Hello.

It's been a week I work at Parkson Pavilion and I'm done!

I mean it's really tough there, as in I can't sit, I can't talk, just stand at this stupid counter and do nothing.

What's worse? I have a shitty floor manager named Suzzie/Suzzy/Suzy. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPELL HER DISGUSTING NAME!

I was so busy ironing my new arrival's clothes/dresses.

Until my 'kakak' needs me to serve customer and I was rushing.

She was standing there then she suddenly point at me...

Here's our conversation.

S : Hey, are you a promoter here?

M : Yes o_o

S : Take off your jacket now.

M : Okay.

-looks away and take off-

S : HEY! I'm talking with you! Look over here!

-Looks at her-

S : You are a promoter here, if you can't follow the rules, then there's a big door there to welcome you to go out.

*in my heart* I WISH I COULD GRAB MY THINGS AND GO OUT!!! DON'T TEMPT ME.

M : Okay.

S : You must follow the rules here blablablabla-ing.

*thinking what should I eat for lunch...*

then she walked away. LOLOL.

Yeah.. scold more la.. tomorrow I'm your customer you know?

You are the one who should serve me. YOU FUCKING FAT BITCH!

I WANNA SNAP YOUR FUCKING PICTURE AND DRAW YOU!

SHE LOOKS SOMETHING LIKE THIS!

Fucking bitch with red lipsticks. Or maybe maroon!