these past few days ive been helping a lot in the hardware store. ( we owned a hardware store) since i dont have a job yet.
we don't owned a fancy, airconditioned store. here in the philippines, some small business like ours are small and we fully use the space. so it's like a hardwaretore/stockroom.
i hate working in that place. it's so boring for me. all i do all day long is guard the register. be the fucking cashier. i dont even do the receipts! most of the day i text message.and read a book!!!!
and if there are little customers. that's between 1 to 4. i take a nap at the room upstairs.
well that's not bad don't you think???
although i dont get paid since my father owned the store....
although sometimes i get amuse in there. especially with the customers.
if there's one thing that i like about that store is that i deal with different kind of people in that hardware store. rich, poor, male, female, ugly, goodlooking... anyone under the sun!!!
and sometimes these customers will surprise you. like one time we have two customers that bought something at the same tme. the first customer owned a very expensive car. well he is rich. but he only bought something like less than a 100 hundred pesos...(it's about two dollars) and then there was this one guy who looks like he need a shower asap but he bought like 15,000 pesos worth of stuff. ( it's about 300 dollars).
and so if we treated them differently. (some people would treat that richer customer better) we could have lose a sale.
but if there's one thing i admire about my father is that he treated everybody equally. you may be rich or poor he doesn't care.
but there were also some annoying people in there. like yesterday this guy ( a truck driver of my uncle's hardware store) told me in broad daylight...
"uy, tumaba ka ah!"
"hey youve gotten fat"
whatthefuck????? first of all i dont who he is... maybe i saw him before or he saw me before since he works at my uncle's hardware store. and second were not that close to tell me that!!!!!!!!!!!!
i dont even fucking know hiss name! so i told him...
"kilala ba kita? sinu ka ba?"
"do i know you? who are you?"
with a very mean tone on my voice... he left because i think he got embarrased or something...
i dont like to be mean...
but i hate people like this...
and there's another one, there was this customer who was so rude. he keep teasing me.
he was my father's friend. although it does not give him the right to say this to me. this is what happened...
asshole customer: "uy mang R anak mo ba ito?" (pointing at me)
hey mr. R is this your daughter?
"bakit mataba at maitim?"
how come she's fat and dark skinned?
"eh kayu ni misis hindi naman mataba"
but you and your wife are not fat.
at that moment i want to explode. i keep my cool and since he was a customer i held my temper... although my father did jockingly told him that maybe he has a mistress because he always goes to the province. they laugh it out but i could see it i his eyes that he was nervous maybe my father was right??? i dont understand men...
i try so hard to ignore this kind of people. but sometimes their words hurt...
what the fuck would have given them the right to tell me that i'm fat in my face??? like it's a disease or something...
do i look fucking fat????
i mean yeah i'm overweight but not that fat...
eeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhh this is giving me a headache...
anyway sorry if i'm not reading some of the posts here. I'l try to catch up to my subscribers! i'm busy!!!!
thanks for readig my rant today and...
keep on blogging!!!
