you are so dead

It's been a hectic week.
Dead Sea Scrolls squeezed the life out of me.
I never knew selling tickets could be such a pissed-off event and pardon me, sometimes it is such bad apples around that makes me re-think about Christianity.

So there was this bloody uncle who kicked up a huge fuss when he was in the queue to buy a pair of admission tickets. He had waited in the line for say the longest 5 minutes of his life? And he threatened to write to the press because even though there were 5 people at the ticketing counter, 2 of us were doing the settlements for the morning shift. the other 3 temps were busy chopping tickets and collecting money.

To that particular childless old uncle and his sour-prune wife, I'm sorry for letting you wait for 5 minutes in the queue. I should have ignore the other 3 people IN FRONT of you and laid out a red carpet for you the moment I caught a whiff of your body odour.

When we're all high-strung...
We cam-whore with Rayson's iMac

The best part was, he demanded to see the ticketing manager. It was Friday and 2pm. My manager's a Muslim and he was off to prayers. ..

Me: Hi sir, sorry but my ticketing manager's Muslim and he's off to prayers... Uncle: Okay, Muslim ah? Then who's the boss here? Who ? Who?
Me: The general manager of Arts House, sir, is Mr Colin Goh.
Uncle: Good, ask him to see me now!
Me: Uh, sorry sir but Colin's not around. He's...-cuts me off-
Uncle: Not around? Why, is he also at prayers? Colin also Muslim is it?!?
Me: -rolls eyes- He's at Japan for a business meeting..

This totally cracked me up.
The uncle converted the Catholic/Christian boss of mine to a Muslim.
-claps-

But anyways, Burp and I went to walk around the exhibits and it was pretty cool.
Dead Sea Scrolls, anyone? -grins-