Mood: Melancholic
Listening to: Deeper and Deeper - Cagnet

The bus and The office

I was busy chatting with a friend of mine on the phone when the 205 bus arrived at my usual Baker St. bus connection. I took my Oyster card out and put it against the reader. It didn't bleep but I thought, the card reader is either a) broken as it often tends to be or b) not functioning since the driver didn't press this button that I usually see other drivers do for the card to be read. This happens all the time and surely the driver would understand. Wrong. The driver called me and asked me to put the card against the reader again. Okay. I did that and it still didn't bleep.

The driver got into I'm-the-driver-of-this-bus-therefore-I'm-God mode and practically yelled at me:

Driver (a.k.a Jackass): You have to take the card out of the wallet!!

Now, I've been using this card for months and never once have I taken it out of the wallet to use it, but hey, my friend was on hold, I wanna go back home ASAP so what the hell. I took the card out of the wallet and pressed it against the reader. Still no bleep. I was getting impatient.

Azlan: Look, I've used this card on another bus just now and it worked fine.
Jackass: No, no. You have to press it again!!
Azlan: (Turning on my bitch mode, uncharacteristically) Well, it must be broken. Do you want me to file a complaint or something? (Rolled eyes)
Jackass: Let me see the receipt! Do you have the receipt?
Azlan: (Put the card near the driver's window opening. To the friend on the phone,) Can you hold a sec? (Saw the driver clawing at the window, since his fat fingers could't reach the card. I put the card all the way through the slot)
Jackass: (Examined the receipt and saw that everything was fine)
Azlan: Satisfied?
Jackass: No, no. (Rambled incomprehensibly)
Azlan: (Sighed) What-ever. (Starting to walk out of the bus)
Jackass: Come back! Come back! Next time take the card out of the wallet!
Azlan: (Walked into the bus and rolled my eyes, making sure that everyone in the bus, all watching the incident anyway, saw it)

When the bus reached my stop, he didn't stop the bus on time and braked so suddenly. I don't know whether it was accidental or not, but if his intention was to throw me off balance, it didn't work. Instead, people on the bus let out some annoyed cries. As the doors opened, I let out a heavy sigh, rolled my eyes and shook my head disapprovingly. Hey, I'm a drama queen. I couldn't help it.

When I got out of the bus, I pretended to take a photo of the licence plate of the bus using my mobile phone. I noticed he didn't drive straight away, possibly getting pissed off at me. Well, you lost sucka.

Anyway, yesterday £1000 was missing from this safe that no one really knew about during the morning shift. If I had to take a guess I think the newly appointed manager did it. Just a hunch. There was at least one person present all the time at the reception so how could money be missing, unless of course that one person stole it. I heard the owner of the hotel is going to make us take lie detector tests. Cool!

Mood: Peeved
Listening to: Seven Nation Army - White Stripes

I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter

I was a bad boy on Saturday night. You see, my shower has been fucked up for months now. The water coming out is just soo damn hot it feels like a sauna in there. I haven't been properly showering since ages. So on Saturday I was just so pissed with the whole thing I set the shower to the hottest setting and left it going for almost half an hour. Hell, if I can't take a shower then I'm gonna let the hall at least pay huge water and gas bills. Not really a Kill Bill revenge, but close, I think.

So my bathroom got really hot and steamy. If this were a film you'd see a couple (whatever gender depending on your taste, especially if you're Rebecca Loos) doing stuff on a bed making weird noises already. I knew I shouldn't open the bathroom door and let the steam out into my room because I once read a notice somewhere that the fire alarm can be set off due to that. But I thought, nahh...not gonna happen to me. I was going to go to work anyway and I should turn the shower off first. Usually I'd close the door back but that night I decided to leave it open. And boy, was I asking for it. Mere seconds passed before that familiar and ear-piercing fire alarm wailed throughout the complex. I was like, oh sweet Mary mother of Jesus. I quickly grabbed everything I needed and dashed out.

Inexplicably, the guard turned off the alarm from the main controls just after I reached the main building, as if he knew it wasn't a real fire. But the damage has been done. The fire engines came a few minutes after I reached the bus stop near my hall. I'm sure those firemen weren't happy, haha. I watched the blinking siren lights from the distance, knowing that finally, James Lighthill House got served. It's on.

Mood: Moodless
Listening to: Milkshake - Kelis

Current version:

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right, it's better than yours
I can teach you, but I have to charge

Old skool version:

Mood: Tired
Listening to: Officially Missing You - Tamia

The past few days have been eventful. I truly deserve a breakdown, or as my imaginary PR would say to the imaginary press, "extreme physical exhaustion"...haha, sorry Mariah. Oh by the way, happy birthday girl!

I was going to write about stuff that happened recently but you know I'm tired right. So here's the gist: major flooding caused by one of the hotel's apartments and the police was involved and one of the ruined apartments belong to a solicitor (lawsuit! haha). Botched reservation by a friendly hotel upset a female American guest a great deal (tell me something new) and she went into a cold bitchy tirade with the friendly hotel, just to find out that I dialled the wrong hotel (not my mistake...I just called the number listed, but funny nevertheless). Then a senior staff, whom I very rarely talk to, just opened up to me about the apparently poisonous atmosphere in the hotel, with people backstabbing other people, throwing false allegations around, ass-kissing, etc (I didn't even attempt to start that conversation...he just went off at a tangent). My sleep schedule was completely messed up, my insomnia kicked in and now my daily revision routine is disturbed.

Being the overdramatic operatic diva-queen that I am, I think I truly deserve a career flop and go to rehab.