I'm feeling a lot better now because Mr J has fixed up everything bad so I'm retelling the story in a very different mood. So here goes Part 2:
So right after the filming date most things were okay. Other than this project we have done for Thule Bike Battles didn't go so well. I can't really mention here but I would term it as "ROI-fail". Feeling a little low I thought nothing can be worse than this, Baby Bro came home and wanted to have a drink.
Mr J and I felt like we do need a drink after all these saga, and all three of us headed out for a night out drinking. Didn't drink much, I mean the bill came out to be less than 38 bucks so I offered to pay with my credit card since I felt the need to buy them beer (even though it's only a pint) after they have both slogged that day. Getting a lil tipsy from less than half a pint and we just left. WE JUST LEFT.
My credit card spent a night in the bar and when I realised its absence, it was already the next morning on the way to JH's wedding. I stared at Mr J for a while and he calmed me down so we called the bank to terminate and check if there are more transactions on the card. Fortunately no and so I got a replacement card. You can say that I was lucky that no one misused my card! And yes, I am.
You see, the misplacing/loss/termination of credit card is not the biggest mishap. The arrival of new card is.
The telebanker told me that it will reach in four days and as a regular Citibank cardholder, I knew they were very efficient when it comes to problem-solving. But Poslaju is not.
I waited for four days and finally the Poslaju courier-man arrived at my condominium's guardhouse to request for an entrance to deliver the parcels, the security guards at my place turned him away. Reason being, the postman wants to park his motorbike in front of the lift lobby, but the house rule is that delivery men are to park their motorcycles next to the guardhouse. Technically the distance between the lift lobby and guardhouse is less than 30 steps away or the distance from your gate to the gate of your neighbor opposite you.
Not knowing that the postman came and left, I went down to meet a friend and the security guard saw me, and told me, "Itu postman sudah datang tapi sudah pergi. Dia tak mau park motorbike sini, tapi nak park motorbike dalam."
Baffled I replied, "Why can't you let him park inside just to deliver the stuff?" He said, "Tak boleh."
To me, this is an incredibly stupid excuse for my credit card to have almost reached me, but did not reach me. So I said, "Tomorrow please call me when he comes." Right after I arranged things with him, I quickly called Pos Malaysia to arrange for second delivery.
And the same thing happened the next day. T______________T
This time I was furious and asked the guard, "Why didn't you call me?!" He replied, "Dia tak nak park sini." Ok this time I was seriously fuming, I stomped right into the management office and told them how stupid this rule is - Instead of prioritizing the residents' convenience, this rule rather allows the lift lobby to look neat and systematic. And so I spoke to the manager and the security head and politely assured them that I am not blaming anyone here but to point out this crazy rule. Think about it, my credit card came to my doorstep two times, consecutively two days and it was not delivered to me. All I ask is a bit of flexibility and some brainer to understand which is more important here! It might be the postman's fault who is rude or not flexible (in this sense) but he is after all the person who holds the important documents!
Right after my raging complaints, the manager assured me that tomorrow if the postman comes again, he will let him in. So I was feeling better and called Pos Malaysia to complain, then call the post office which has my document to complain about three things:
1. Why can't he park next to the guard house?
2. Why didn't he call me? What's the point of having the contact no. written on it?
3. Please send it to me again tomorrow because I cannot take no for an answer.
After my complaints and assurances in both offices, I was feeling a tad better and was assured that everything will work well tomorrow.
The next day I went down to the guardhouse at exactly 3pm, which is the normal time where the postman arrives and true enough, I saw him there. I showed the postman my "Delivery-fail" slip and he said, "Hari ini saya tak bawa. You kena call office check."
The security guard still did not allow him in, and the postman was busy writing the "Delivery-fail" slips. I had two things to settle: Why didn't he bring the document and Why didn't the guard let him in despite my much raged conversations yesterday?
So I stood there FUMING MAD and called the post office where the postman was hired/based at, and asked why wasn't my document delivered despite the heavy assurance that it will be delivered today. At the same time, I told the postman not to go because as I stood there, I forced the security guard to get his supervisor and manager to come solve this, to let the postman go in.
I could have just left the postman right after knowing that he doesn't have my document, but I couldn't just leave them to these stupid circumstances and have so many other parcels not delivered to the residents here!
Coming back to my call with the post office, the lady just replied, "Oh, you nak document delivered today ke? Semalam bukan saya yang arrange..."
That day was Friday and there was nothing I could do so I just told her, "You know what - don't do anything anymore, I'll come over tomorrow to pick it up." She just conveniently replied, "Oh ok... Hari esok you datang la.. Terima Kasih."
IN SHORT, MY RAGED COMPLAINTS AND CALLS DID NOT WORK IN BOTH OFFICES AND NOTHING HAPPENED OUT OF THEM. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
I stood there at the guardhouse for some time and insisted that the postman gets in, and so finally he managed to get in to get his job done, and the other residents get their parcels/documents.
I got back home feeling sore, grumpy, devastated, thoroughly mad (mad, mad i tell you), still cannot believe that nothing worked to bring the document to me after 3 full days working and waiting for it, and having the postman come thrice consecutively for three days - twice with my card, and the last without. I WENT BERSERK. I called Mr J to tell him but when I heard his voice, I completely broke down.
BERSERK MEANS YELLING, SCREAMING, STOMPING, WAILING AND HAIR-PULLING. Oh yes, it was that serious.
Bear in mind that my car was immobile because something went wrong and Mr J can only get the car to be fixed on Saturday. So throughout the week, I was immobile and waited for the card to come to me so that I can at least do some banking, get my work done. So the card didn't happen, my car didn't miraculously became good, and so I WAS STRANDED. Feeling helpless and useless, I completely lost it.
In the end, of course Mr J comforted me and got me to think of the solutions instead of what happened, which is very unlike me. I have always been a person who doesn't really dwell in the problems and have always moved forward regardless of what happened - this time I couldn't even bring myself or carry myself towards looking at the bright side. It was just devastating to me.
That's about it with the credit card mishap and yes, there is a better way to deal with these problems but very rarely will I go this berserk. For the record, I did not lash it out anyone nor yell at anyone nor give anyone a scolding - I made sure I talked seriously and told them what exactly am I angry about.
Other than the car and credit card, I was also stricken by severe gastrics, which I am suspecting it to be stomach ulcer since it was too painful to even try breathing normally, and I pretty much have all the symptoms. Stranded, how to get to the clinic?
While battling it out with this mega saga, I have bad aches and the pangs were so painful I could not talk or move at night even after a good light meal. Still, I knew I had a night meeting and I insisted to join the meeting. You see, this is not all.
I spilled hot scorching Milo on my new dress. My thigh scalded and my dress practically ruined. My tummy was aching and I couldn't stand up long enough just to wash them off at the washroom. Finally Mr J came to rescue and brought me home.
I know, first world problems. And I was being ridiculous. Believe it or not, I still feel like punching the wall at the thought of this, especially now that I'm writing it down. Ok fine, I might just be PMS-ing.
Kthxbye.
So right after the filming date most things were okay. Other than this project we have done for Thule Bike Battles didn't go so well. I can't really mention here but I would term it as "ROI-fail". Feeling a little low I thought nothing can be worse than this, Baby Bro came home and wanted to have a drink.
Mr J and I felt like we do need a drink after all these saga, and all three of us headed out for a night out drinking. Didn't drink much, I mean the bill came out to be less than 38 bucks so I offered to pay with my credit card since I felt the need to buy them beer (even though it's only a pint) after they have both slogged that day. Getting a lil tipsy from less than half a pint and we just left. WE JUST LEFT.
My credit card spent a night in the bar and when I realised its absence, it was already the next morning on the way to JH's wedding. I stared at Mr J for a while and he calmed me down so we called the bank to terminate and check if there are more transactions on the card. Fortunately no and so I got a replacement card. You can say that I was lucky that no one misused my card! And yes, I am.
You see, the misplacing/loss/termination of credit card is not the biggest mishap. The arrival of new card is.
The telebanker told me that it will reach in four days and as a regular Citibank cardholder, I knew they were very efficient when it comes to problem-solving. But Poslaju is not.
I waited for four days and finally the Poslaju courier-man arrived at my condominium's guardhouse to request for an entrance to deliver the parcels, the security guards at my place turned him away. Reason being, the postman wants to park his motorbike in front of the lift lobby, but the house rule is that delivery men are to park their motorcycles next to the guardhouse. Technically the distance between the lift lobby and guardhouse is less than 30 steps away or the distance from your gate to the gate of your neighbor opposite you.
Not knowing that the postman came and left, I went down to meet a friend and the security guard saw me, and told me, "Itu postman sudah datang tapi sudah pergi. Dia tak mau park motorbike sini, tapi nak park motorbike dalam."
Baffled I replied, "Why can't you let him park inside just to deliver the stuff?" He said, "Tak boleh."
To me, this is an incredibly stupid excuse for my credit card to have almost reached me, but did not reach me. So I said, "Tomorrow please call me when he comes." Right after I arranged things with him, I quickly called Pos Malaysia to arrange for second delivery.
And the same thing happened the next day. T______________T
This time I was furious and asked the guard, "Why didn't you call me?!" He replied, "Dia tak nak park sini." Ok this time I was seriously fuming, I stomped right into the management office and told them how stupid this rule is - Instead of prioritizing the residents' convenience, this rule rather allows the lift lobby to look neat and systematic. And so I spoke to the manager and the security head and politely assured them that I am not blaming anyone here but to point out this crazy rule. Think about it, my credit card came to my doorstep two times, consecutively two days and it was not delivered to me. All I ask is a bit of flexibility and some brainer to understand which is more important here! It might be the postman's fault who is rude or not flexible (in this sense) but he is after all the person who holds the important documents!
Right after my raging complaints, the manager assured me that tomorrow if the postman comes again, he will let him in. So I was feeling better and called Pos Malaysia to complain, then call the post office which has my document to complain about three things:
1. Why can't he park next to the guard house?
2. Why didn't he call me? What's the point of having the contact no. written on it?
3. Please send it to me again tomorrow because I cannot take no for an answer.
After my complaints and assurances in both offices, I was feeling a tad better and was assured that everything will work well tomorrow.
The next day I went down to the guardhouse at exactly 3pm, which is the normal time where the postman arrives and true enough, I saw him there. I showed the postman my "Delivery-fail" slip and he said, "Hari ini saya tak bawa. You kena call office check."
The security guard still did not allow him in, and the postman was busy writing the "Delivery-fail" slips. I had two things to settle: Why didn't he bring the document and Why didn't the guard let him in despite my much raged conversations yesterday?
So I stood there FUMING MAD and called the post office where the postman was hired/based at, and asked why wasn't my document delivered despite the heavy assurance that it will be delivered today. At the same time, I told the postman not to go because as I stood there, I forced the security guard to get his supervisor and manager to come solve this, to let the postman go in.
I could have just left the postman right after knowing that he doesn't have my document, but I couldn't just leave them to these stupid circumstances and have so many other parcels not delivered to the residents here!
Coming back to my call with the post office, the lady just replied, "Oh, you nak document delivered today ke? Semalam bukan saya yang arrange..."
That day was Friday and there was nothing I could do so I just told her, "You know what - don't do anything anymore, I'll come over tomorrow to pick it up." She just conveniently replied, "Oh ok... Hari esok you datang la.. Terima Kasih."
IN SHORT, MY RAGED COMPLAINTS AND CALLS DID NOT WORK IN BOTH OFFICES AND NOTHING HAPPENED OUT OF THEM. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
I stood there at the guardhouse for some time and insisted that the postman gets in, and so finally he managed to get in to get his job done, and the other residents get their parcels/documents.
I got back home feeling sore, grumpy, devastated, thoroughly mad (mad, mad i tell you), still cannot believe that nothing worked to bring the document to me after 3 full days working and waiting for it, and having the postman come thrice consecutively for three days - twice with my card, and the last without. I WENT BERSERK. I called Mr J to tell him but when I heard his voice, I completely broke down.
BERSERK MEANS YELLING, SCREAMING, STOMPING, WAILING AND HAIR-PULLING. Oh yes, it was that serious.
Bear in mind that my car was immobile because something went wrong and Mr J can only get the car to be fixed on Saturday. So throughout the week, I was immobile and waited for the card to come to me so that I can at least do some banking, get my work done. So the card didn't happen, my car didn't miraculously became good, and so I WAS STRANDED. Feeling helpless and useless, I completely lost it.
In the end, of course Mr J comforted me and got me to think of the solutions instead of what happened, which is very unlike me. I have always been a person who doesn't really dwell in the problems and have always moved forward regardless of what happened - this time I couldn't even bring myself or carry myself towards looking at the bright side. It was just devastating to me.
That's about it with the credit card mishap and yes, there is a better way to deal with these problems but very rarely will I go this berserk. For the record, I did not lash it out anyone nor yell at anyone nor give anyone a scolding - I made sure I talked seriously and told them what exactly am I angry about.
Other than the car and credit card, I was also stricken by severe gastrics, which I am suspecting it to be stomach ulcer since it was too painful to even try breathing normally, and I pretty much have all the symptoms. Stranded, how to get to the clinic?
While battling it out with this mega saga, I have bad aches and the pangs were so painful I could not talk or move at night even after a good light meal. Still, I knew I had a night meeting and I insisted to join the meeting. You see, this is not all.
I spilled hot scorching Milo on my new dress. My thigh scalded and my dress practically ruined. My tummy was aching and I couldn't stand up long enough just to wash them off at the washroom. Finally Mr J came to rescue and brought me home.
I know, first world problems. And I was being ridiculous. Believe it or not, I still feel like punching the wall at the thought of this, especially now that I'm writing it down. Ok fine, I might just be PMS-ing.
Kthxbye.
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