Chapter 13, work stories

I used to work at a credit service company.
Everyday I call customers and ask them to pay their installments
for their TV and all that shit
Same old shit, every single day.
I don't know how those people can stand working there for years.
Pay was not bad la for a high school grad.
TAPI BOSAN MACAM NAK MATI
I couldn't handle it.

We had a Japanese boss. He's very punctual and anal about time.
He walks really fast.. like he's got something stuck up his ass.
Strict and stern as hell. Like I said, ASS
Toilet break was limited to 5 minutes.
Mine turned into a 20-minute smoking/eating/sleeping break.
Macam sial.
I quit after 2 months.

I came across this really.. stupid.. foolish.. tak pergi skolah punya customer.
She's like the... makcik datin yang suka pakai gelang byk2 punya type
Who can't really speak english.
But desperately wants to be glamorous.

Here's how the conversation went...

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Me: A**N credit service. Farhana speaking. How may I help you?

Caller: Ah. Yes cik Farhana. Can I go to customer service?

Me: Excuse me? Are you asking about our HQ location?

Caller: Eh noooo.. Customer service lah. Can I talk to them?

Me: Uhh.. miss, all of us here are working under customer service. Can you be more specific?

Caller: Oh, wait eehh. I go check

*Background voice*
"Yaaaaaang! Apa nak ckp niii? Customer service apa eh?"
*Man's voice mumbling something*

Caller: Yes, Can direct me to customer service DEPARTMENT, please.

Me: Okay, no problem. Which department are you referring to?

Caller: The one who talk with the customer laa..

Me: "-_-

*I hung up the phone*

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Adoooiiii! Stress!
Woooooooiiii!!!!
CUSTOMER SERVICE MANA YANG TAK CKP DGN CUSTOMER?!

I swear I did not have the patience for that kind of.. intelligence.

Or should I say.. Lack of intelligence.