Saturday, November 27, 2004

Stronger (Bah... As If)

This whole week was quite terok in camp. A lot of sai gang (shit work) and a lot of examining and re-examining paper work till late into the night in the office. I didn't see the interior of my home for 4 whole days because of massive over time to get things done in time for this big thing we're having in camp next week. Well-worth it I guess in the short-run because we have been promised sweet things during December... Think Off Off Off... :) Anyway, was damn pissed off at a particular Warrant Officer for getting pissed off at me (because he fucking had no one else to get mad at) just because I had to do something that required his approval. Fuck him. I hate him and I'll not step into his bloody office nor come into his stupid view ever again. Fuck him.
Encounters: Bloody Idiot... Fuck You...
Sorry for the intense use of vulgarities. I just cannot take that bloody idiot anymore. He who thinks that he's a big fry in the camp when he's just a puny underling. An underling who has to work under someone bigger and part of an even bigger hierarchy. Fuck me is it? Fuck me because I'm just a 3rd Sergeant and you're a Warrant Officer. Big deal. Everyone in my department hates you and your stupid ego. Oops. You don't even have the brains to know that there are other people who are just doing their job that require your fucking approval. If I had known, I would not have even spoken to you and your bloody face. And your spit all over my uniform still disgusts me. I hate you and your fucking face. That uniform requires discarding. As does your uniform. You are not fit to be at where you are if you do not realize how the hierarchy works. I bet you don't even know where you are.
Ok. Now merging back to gramatically-correct sentences and correct references. I asked him whether I could check some of the items found in some of the rooms under his department in as nice a manner as I could. I already had many other jobs at hand to do but since my IC told me to help him to do this particular job, I gladly obliged and put the other tasks on hold. Fuck. This stupid Warrant Officer was at his computer staring at the computer screen not doing anything. Then he turned to me with the most cibai menacing face ever and started scolding me. His words went something like this: "You all think all of us here got a lot of time is it? You think we have no work is it to serve you and what you want? (Cibai... I did request as politely as I could and I did address the cibai as Sir. Fuck.) And you expect us to help you? (Cibai. If you didn't I would personally hold you fucking responsible to the highest authority possible for getting the unit into trouble due to your fucking lack of cooperation) I don't have any men here. (Cibai. I saw about 3-4 other people in the office who were not doing anything. Fuck you.) Then he looks around and stops one who passes by his eyes to get the keys (as if I had demanded for the keys - cibai) and open the rooms. I have to confess something. When he started scolding me in his stupid fucking threatening voice, I started to cry. But I tried to cover it up with the most awfully accented and masked 'strong' voice I could muster. I admit that I'm a wuss. Nobody has ever scolded me like that before. Not even my parents. What gave him the right to fucking reprimand me in front of 2 officers and his men when I didn't even belong to his fucking department? Why cibai why? Why, when I was only doing my job and his stupid 'services' were not even required? I only needed his approval. He then follows me and the other guy to the first room. I don't know why. Cibai. Fuck you. No time. As if. Then why the fuck did he follow me around? Cibai. That was the most horrible experience of my life, apart from that stupid western food shop in the previous post, and this new experience is high up my worst experiences list. Cibai. I won't step into his office ever again.

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