Monday, February 23, 2009

A sulk.

Yesterday, the boy and I (and by that I do mean 'us'. he's not whipped, he just enjoys his chick flicks. the same way he likes filing his nails.) caught He's Just Not That Into You.

Loved it !

And I teared (sobbed silently) - at this particular scene when Ben Affleck proposed to Jennifer Aniston. It was too sweet for words.

First he didn't want to get married because he didn't believe in the institution of marriage. He just wanted to be with her. But she wanted to get married, and so gave him an ultimatum.

They split up.

Her father got a stroke. He was there for her. And that's when she realised that despite it all, she did love him and all she really wanted, was just to be with him - married or not.

She told him so. And they got back together.

A day later - he proposes.

He said to her, (I can't remember word for word, but it went something along these lines) "I realised that the only way for me to even have a chance in hell of being happy, is for you to be happy. So will you marry me?" - I think I completely melted at this juncture. I can only say, I'm glad I was wearing waterproof mascara.

Anyway, coming back to the title of this entry - I had a sulk before the movie.

This is what happened.

The boyfriend had a package voucher he redeemed with his M1 points. The voucher entitles you to two movie tickets, and a $1 off a combo package.

We queued at the box office downstairs for about 20minutes, before reaching our turn. We then waited another 10minutes whilst the counter dude walkie-talkied with his colleague upstairs, trying to figure out how to process the order. He finally gave up and sent us upstairs.

So upstairs we went - via the elevator, not actual stairs (they don't have stairs at The Cathay, or not any that we bothered to find/climb). We queued up again at the counter upstairs for about 10minutes. Girl at the counter too couldn't figure out which buttons to press, so she called a colleague over to help.

After giving us our tickets, she sent us on our way but I said that I'd like to get the $1-off voucher - thinking that it'd be literally that, a voucher that we could then take to the popcorn counter to use, should we decide to do so later.

She couldn't figure it out, and had to call another colleague over to help.

After some fiddling of the buttons, they figured it out and asked us for $5.80. At this point, I hadn't decided if I wanted the popcorn combo and so I said (whilst she was still fiddling round with the buttons - not sure why since she already told us the price) "you know what, it's ok. I don't think I really want it.".

At this point, the boyfriend stepped in and said "it's ok, we'll take it".

To which I replied, "but you don't even want it. so why are you taking it?"

him: it's ok. let's just take it alright?
me: alright fine
him: *hands over $6*
me: *standing aside feeling annoyed for some reason*
counter girl: i'm sorry, i don't have change
him: *feels around in his pocket for change, doesn't find any*
him: you know what, it's ok. keep the change (20cents)
me: *feeling inreasingly annoyed*

us: *walks away from the counter with me building up to a full blown sulk*

him: *continues telling me some happy story about his army days, oblivious to the brewing storm*
me: *kinda ignoring him, whilst seething in my head and replaying the scene over and over in my mind, getting increasingly pissed off whilst doing so*
him: are you ok boo ?
me: *lashes out - this doesn't end till a good half hour later when i cool down after being placated with two cheese buns from BreadTalk*

I know it was only 20 cents, and I know he was just trying to be nice to the poor counter girl, fumbling with those stupid buttons.

But it just pissed the shit out of me.

Firstly, they're in the bloody retail business - it's their job to have change. How can you run a retail business and not have change - do you expect all your customers to tell you to keep the change ? Secondly, I didn't feel the least bit sympathetic towards her - we weren't mean or nasty. In fact, I was smiley and nice about the whole thing (up until I got pissed off) so why should I be obligated to buy something I don't really want, just to make her life a little easier - it's her god damn job.

In the past two years since I've started working in advertising, I've become increasingly unsympathetic towards people in the service/retail industry who don't seem to have a clue doing what they're (meant to be) doing (why companies don't instill proper training programmes is just beyond me, given that good service forms the foundation of their business and is what consumers would come back for).

So anyway, I sulked for about half an hour before finally coming to the conclusion that it wasn't so much the girl that I was mad at, but rather my job. How I seem to have to play babysitter to everyone, on top of doing my job. The blurred line between babysitting, and my actual job scope bothers me.

Bah.

A hug and a movie later - I was all smiles and bubbles again.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Moody.

It's been awhile since I last wrote.

I'm feeling a little moody tonight, but not in an overwhelming way - just something in between.

I hate feeling this way. It's awful.

And I hate feeling needy.