Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Freeloaders are Losers
Dont' you just hate those shameless freeloading douchebags?
You can recognize them from miles away - they would usually give you a BS sob story about how they were mistreated in life (disowned by parents, materially deprived when growing up, etc...) to gain your sympathy, then expect you and the people around them to give them money or treat them for a cup of macchiato every frigging time.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Stupid Elevators
It's been a while since I complained about things here, and I have a new one to b!tch about: the elevators of the building where I work.
The double-decker lifts of One San Miguel Avenue (OSMA) building in Ortigas is really starting to be a pain in the behinds of people who work there. Last week one elevator got stuck for several hours on two occasions, stranding workers in such a claustrophobic box.
On many occasions some the lifts don't work at all, which is really annoying especially if you're pressed for time, and there's no other way to ruin your day seeing scores of people queuing outside them.
The double-decker lifts of One San Miguel Avenue (OSMA) building in Ortigas is really starting to be a pain in the behinds of people who work there. Last week one elevator got stuck for several hours on two occasions, stranding workers in such a claustrophobic box.
On many occasions some the lifts don't work at all, which is really annoying especially if you're pressed for time, and there's no other way to ruin your day seeing scores of people queuing outside them.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Traffic Jam
Traffic jams in Metro Manila during this year's holiday season is already approaching the nail-biting-hair-pulling level. Practically all roads in the metropolis are clogged with vehicles, and everybody seems busy to be everywhere. Usually the traffic would slack off at around nine p.m. but lately it extends up to the wee hours in the morning. Commuting too has become such a pain in the @$$, and finding an empty taxi during rush hour is like looking for a Maori person in Iceland.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
So much for technology
The Luddites were right this time. At least for today, as I fell victim to technology that went awry and caused my blood pressure to go up a notch.
On my way to work this morning I was horrified to see that the chip readers of the G-Pass, the much-vaunted contactless payment system for MRT, was out of order. Both of them. Which means that I have to fall in line to purchase a single-journey card for me to be able to board the train.
Later I went to the bank (Bank of Philippine Islands in Julia Vargas) to withdraw money over the counter (I can no longer withdraw from the ATMs because of the 20 thousand-peso limit). After waiting in line for almost two hours the bank's computers went offline and nobody can withdraw money. So again I have to bitch a little and "compelled" the teller to make an exception. Fortunately (maybe she was just trying to avoid a tongue lashing), she consented and accepted my ATM receipt as proof that I still have some money in the bank and allowed me to withdraw some.
On my way to work this morning I was horrified to see that the chip readers of the G-Pass, the much-vaunted contactless payment system for MRT, was out of order. Both of them. Which means that I have to fall in line to purchase a single-journey card for me to be able to board the train.
Later I went to the bank (Bank of Philippine Islands in Julia Vargas) to withdraw money over the counter (I can no longer withdraw from the ATMs because of the 20 thousand-peso limit). After waiting in line for almost two hours the bank's computers went offline and nobody can withdraw money. So again I have to bitch a little and "compelled" the teller to make an exception. Fortunately (maybe she was just trying to avoid a tongue lashing), she consented and accepted my ATM receipt as proof that I still have some money in the bank and allowed me to withdraw some.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Cheesy Customer Service
3:57 AM
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I just went ballistic at customer service this afternoon over a chunk of cheese. Literally.
Well it started last Saturday when I bought a block of vintage cheddar at Berkeley Square, a mini-mall just a stone's throw away from my apartment. It turned out that the expiration date on the package was torn off and there is no way of knowing whether the thing is still edible or is itself a thriving new ecosystem already. It read 10-##-##, and I assumed that the sell-by date was October. The cheese itself was aged for 18 months anyway and it probably would not matter since aged cheeses have stick around for so long already, but still I wouldn't want to take my chances.
So this afternoon I dropped by the supermarket to have the cheese returned or replaced, but as expected I got unsympathetic response from the crew. Being a power-whiner, I demanded to see the store manager ASAP, and after a few minutes of bitching, got a new package of cheese.
Well it started last Saturday when I bought a block of vintage cheddar at Berkeley Square, a mini-mall just a stone's throw away from my apartment. It turned out that the expiration date on the package was torn off and there is no way of knowing whether the thing is still edible or is itself a thriving new ecosystem already. It read 10-##-##, and I assumed that the sell-by date was October. The cheese itself was aged for 18 months anyway and it probably would not matter since aged cheeses have stick around for so long already, but still I wouldn't want to take my chances.
So this afternoon I dropped by the supermarket to have the cheese returned or replaced, but as expected I got unsympathetic response from the crew. Being a power-whiner, I demanded to see the store manager ASAP, and after a few minutes of bitching, got a new package of cheese.