Compass Point sucks.
Sometimes, I really wonder what do they mean when they say stuff like 'customer service'. Maybe it's just me, but I always had a feeling, that the people at the counter would help you to the best of their abilities, and trying as hard as possible to reduce the number of referrals and places you have to go in order to solve some problems or find a certain place.
Today, I went home with my junior. We were accosted by an uncle (OK, accosted isn't the correct word used but he's quite scary nevertheless), and he was asking us for our handphones. He needed to make a phone call to his friend, to tell the friend to go to the bus interchange to fetch him.
We tried to call, and the person on the receiving end didn't bother much. She didn't help at all, bitch.
So I told my junior to go home first, and that I'd try and settle this uncle's problem myself.
I brought the uncle to the MRT service counter crap shit there. A futile attempt at making head or tails out of the musing above.
The uncle at the booth-like thingy simply told us to go to the 'Customer Service' place in B1.
That we did, and I tried to get the hands of those lazy bastards off their dicks and make a public announcement instead. They flat-out refused to do so, and even said something along the lines of 'Come back at 1615hrs'.
So I stoned at KFC with the uncle, talking every now and then, helping him get water, blah blah.
Nice is an understatement, but I'm not talking about the magnitude of niceness in this post; it can wait.
I need to fire off at how Compass Point sucks.
Anyway, at around 1625hrs, we went to confront the new security guard lounging around the Customer Service counter. He mumbled in English about 1650hrs. Yes, the P.A. people eat a lot. Good job. Which makes me wonder how they deal with lost kids all the time.
I reported the timing to the uncle, who said that he CMI already. That kind of thing lor.
Then walked him back to the bus interchange.
All the while fuming over how sickening such hypocritical nonsense can get.
This reminds me of yet another unpleasant experience at Compass Point. I don't know how many knows about it, but it did make me hate Singtel for awhile.
OK my SIM card broke on that day, and I wanted to get a replacement SIM card. DUH, a phone without a SIM card is useless.
So after school, I got to the Singtel shop to report the matter, and ask for a replacement. In my fucking school uniform, which should be quite prominent as there are metal buttons, a school badge, an NCC badge, a nametag. Characteristic of Chinese schools. The emphasis is on 'school'.
Anyway, I was told by them to get an authorization letter from my grandfather. Yes, I'm using my grandfather's line.
So I went over and got the authorization letter, and went for my second wave of attack to recover my SIM card.
Which didn't work out, as I needed someone above 18 with me. FUCKERS. They couldn't fucking see that I'm under 18, and if they assumed that I'm 18, with school uniform and a distinctly Singaporean look, FUCK THEM.
So I stormed home now, resolutely angry and spewing vulgarities like the mad man I always am. Damn bastard, them. Was so angry that they wasted my wanking time, that I had tears of anger welling up in my eyes.
That spoke volumes; my tears don't fall that easily.
So I got my father to come with me, determined to take my SIM card in one fell swoop.
Now they needed my grandfather's IC.
We barfed, and I asked the person 'Am I a toy? Can you please stop playing with me?'
Anyway we were supposed to produce the IC, but my father and I made so much noise they simply gave in.
Stubbornly useless bastards. My father complained to the manager, who had this dull and 'I don't fucking give a damn' eyes. Bastards.
I had never felt that strongest of urges to parang him, there and then.
Never mind.
Oh, which reminds me. I walked up to Mrs Chew, hoping to get a double digit for the test, which was upon 30.
I got 14/30, and I walked back like some happy pile of shit. I really couldn't believe it, I slacked so much and I got 14? OK it's not high but never mind.
Let's not talk about biology.
Oh, an open apology. K lah sorry lah, you lvl127 can??
Don't 'pfft' anymore already, cheerup, yo.
Time to wank.
-- 2/11/2008 11:26:00 PM
