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Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Mr. CoW #6

I really don't know what to do with Mr. CoW. For the past 1 week I keep losing my temper whenever I speak to him. I'm a fairly friendly person and I will try to avoid confrontations whenever possible. But with Mr. CoW, i can actually feel my blood pressure rising every time he opened his mouth.
After my chat with him, he behaved himself where addressing me is concerned. He's idea of small talk is weird...I still can tahan a bit. His way of reporting is long-winded, but I can also tahan a bit more *sigh*. And when I'm in a good mood, I can laugh it off.
But today! argghh!
My clerk would usually help me to filter his calls. But she happened to be on another line and he slipped through.
Mr. CoW : Sorry ah.. I got something important to report to you.
Me : Yes? (*sigh* what now?)
Mr. CoW : Last night I ate some prawn noodle.
Me : ??
Mr. CoW : Then hor ..this morning I went to the site. I suddenly stomach upset. I shit in my pants. I playful lah.. know I shouldn't eat all these type of food.
Me : ??????????? *wtf*
Mr. CoW : Then I have to go home to change and wash my pants.
Me : (*take a deep breath*) Why are you telling me this?
Mr. CoW : I got diarrhea. I shit in my trousers what. So I need to clean up!
Me : (*raising my voice*) Listen.to.me.properly. I am asking you why are you telling me this? Why do I need to know that you shit in your pants or whether you wash your pants or not?
Mr. CoW : No lah. I scared later you worried about me, wondering how come I never go to the site.
Me : Why would I worry about you? If I need you for anything I'll call. (*literally shouting*) Do you have any idea how much work I have on my hand? Even my husband doesn't call me to report shitting problem to me. Why are you doing this? You think I am your mother is it?
Mr. CoW : ok ok. sorry sorry.
Me : *slam down phone*
I was planning to keep him until his contract expires. But I'm not sure I can take any more of his nonsense any longer. And I'm getting kinda worried too. This guy seems to be developing (or already developed?) some mental problems. If I keep him I'm asking for trouble. But I fire him, will he start stalking me or will he get depressed and committ suicide?
Arrrrghhhhhhh!

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