First Week of School.

Year 2 Sem 2.

It is just the first week of school, and I can feel the workload piling up already. -_____-"""

Lots of readings to complete, and assignments are getting tougher.

And competition is soaring, like, soooo disgustingly high.

What do I mean by that?

Let's see...

By the end of the first day of the first week of sem, books that lecturers recommended were ALL ON LOAN (wah biang. What can they do with those books on just the first day???). Like, seriously.

By the end of the first day of the first week of sem, I see people borrow ALL THE BOOKS under the recommended reading list just so they can start on their essay.

Oh great.

School's soooo much fun now; I simply adore all the competition and I-have-all-the-books-lalalalalala sickness.

Oh, how much I love school. *full of sarcasm*

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Met up with the sub-dean to see if I can change my major to History and minor to English.

I wanted the switch because I feel that I could do better in History, at least, that's what my results said. But really, my results for both subjects are pretty equal, so it all depends on my interests.

But then again, my interests still lie in English, but the assignments and all are much harder to cope than that of History.

And I like my History mates! (although some of them can be quite irritating at times, but I still like them! Hehs.)

Anyway, the sub-dean feels that it doesnt matter if I switch my AS (= academic subject) now or later, so she suggests to wait til end of this sem after I receive my results before I submit my request to MOE.

All the better, I feel.

It gives me more time to think clearly what I really want.

Because I'm still not sure.

URGH!

Can't I be more decisive?!?!

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Enough of school.

Went to Giant Tampines just now with my mum.

And I witnessed an incident so ridiculous that if it were to happen to me, I'd surely snapped at the person. Like, *roar*.

We were waiting in line at the cashier, and in front of us was this pregnant lady with all her purchases, one of which was a pomelo.

The cashier was a middle-age Malay lady and her helper, also a middle-age but Indian lady.

So the Malay lady was scanning the pregnant lady's items one by one, until the last item: pomelo.

And then the ridiculous thing happened.

Cashier to Customer, holding up the pomelo: "Do you know the price of this?"

Customer shook her head.

Cashier hesitated a bit, then said: "You dunno? I not sure also..."

Silence.

(Apparently the pregnant lady was waiting for the cashier to think of a way, which obviously was to find out from her other colleagues for the price. But apparently, the cashier was clueless. So was her helper. They just stood there and flipped through a book which contains all the barcodes for them to scan the prices of other items. And apparently again, they couldnt locate the correct barcode for the pomelo).

Guess what's her solution?

Cashier, still holding the pomelo: "I dunno how much. Can you not buy this, huh? I dun scan this, okie? You just pay the rest?"

I saw the sian ji bua look on the pregnant lady's face, and I was secretly hoping she would create a scene out of it, cos that's what I would do mah!

But sadly, she kept silent and really just resigned to her bad luck for queueing at the fateful counter. (I think she's trying to remain composed and not lose any anger in case her baby is affected.)

So taking advantage of 'silence means consent', the cashier totalled up the bill.

?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?

I was, like, shocked at this sight that was happening before my very eyes.

I mean, it's not the customer's fault that she doesnt know the price of the pomelo, or any other stuff, because that's not her job to memorise the price of every single stuff she bought. The customers are not being paid by Giant Supermarket to do that, are they?

But cashiers are paid to do just that, right?!?!

And it's not like you dun have any help. You've got the freaking barcode book, so just flip through it and look for the right one lah! And oh, I suppose you forgot you've got a helper as well?

How can you force the customer NOT to buy what they wanted to buy in the first place just because you dunno the price???

Is this ridiculous or ridiculous?

And what if the pomelo is important to the pregnant lady? But I dun think I want to dwell into that.

So with the bo bian look, the mother-to-be made her payment.

Meanwhile, I think the helper was suddenly enlightened or something, because she went to the other counters to check out the price of the pomelo.

She then came back to the cashier and began flipping to the last few pages of the book and viola!

The actual barcode finally came to light.

And then, without checking with the pregnant lady if she still wants the pomelo, the cashier simply scanned in the barcode and asked for payment.

*TSK TSK TSK*

Can you believe the nerve of that cashier?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Poor Customer. Being controlled by the clueless cashier.

And poor pomelo. Being tossed here and there.

If I were the customer, I'd pretend I really want and desperately need the pomelo, and demand the cashier to find out the price for me.

And when she does, I'd tell her I've changed my mind about buying the pomelo because all the waiting has made me lose my appetite for it. I'd then turned on my heels and stalked off, chest out and head in the high. And before I leave, I'd made sure to 'tsk' her and give her the 'blackest' face I could muster.

This is not being mean or rude to another human being, but I think it is a good way to knock some sense into that kind of people.

At the very least, she'd remember the price of a pomelo, and her next customer who is paying for a pomelo will not go through the same thing again.

I hope.

Okie.

Time to do tutorial for tomorrow. My only one-hour lesson that begins at 8.30AM on Friday.

What a nice timetable I've got. *shakes head*