Ultimate Crap

I was saving my tummy at lunch at a particular fast food chain this afternoon.

My main was not available during my order and the cashier ask me to wait for it, so I took a seat and start with my side and drink, slowly.

But when I'm about to finish my side, the main was still not sent to me, while someone who was there later then me had gotten it already. So I went to cashier, and I have to take my bag with me cause I was there alone. I know the risk and keep turning back to make sure the scary cleaner doesn't go to my table.

While I was telling the cashier about my missing main, it took a while for them to respond to me. While they went away to collect my food, I turn to look at my table, and you guessed it.

Just within some damn 1 minute ITS CLEARED! AND THE CLEANER IS NOWHERE in sight.

Frustrated I turned back to the counter and spoke the F word. YES and a few in the queue stared at me.

The manager was at back the counter with my main, she was shocked. I wanted to ask for compensation, but just their luck, I'm in a rush. I grabbed the my food with a stare and storm out of the store.

I'm still so angry that my tummy still feel empty after dinner. It so ridiculous that the cleaner just clear a tray that is so clean with so much leftover inside, my drink is still more then half full!

Old

My face is going to start shagging tomorrow onwards,

Again.

It is unpredictable when is it going to end.

2nd time for the year 2011.

Its a hard 26 year old.

It seems to be the time for change.

And I'm now unhappy because the attempt to dissect my failed PMP was the worst idea I ever had.

I end up beheaded it, and confirm it dead. No more chance for resurrection unless I find a geek friend or win a trillion dollars lottery.