Dear Bélla..
I quit my job..
No more free local calls..
No more free internet..
Wanna knoe why?
Because I'm a victim of an evil dictator..
Not once, but every day..
I had to face his bloody face and his nasty comments..
Who the hell he think he is?
It's not even his office..
Ouh yeah..
If you're travelling aboard..
In terminal 1, 3rd level near Qantas and British Airway First Class Lounge..
There is an office called SATS Special Service..
The Special Service is actually nothing..
So, don't waste your time to go there..
Better, don't go there at all..
My reason to leave might be stupid..
But hey..
It's my life..
And this job has really change my life..
Not for the better but for the worst..
Who are you to change me..
I don't knou you yet..
I have to change just because of the imgae to keep in the airport..
Well.. First, I'm not MAAS..
I'm just a wchr pusher.. Damnit..
So why must I be like a drag queen with heavy makeup..
I'm turning 18 not 28 or 38..
I really hate it when you shout my name when I'm just a few feets away from you..
And one thing.. My name, Faiza, is for people who I knoe well could call me that..
And girl, is not applicable to me...
I'm a young lady, not a play toy...
And, since I quit, go find someone else where you can threaten and shit..
Ok.. This post is lame shit..
But I just need to let go..
So people I get to know there..
It's a pity that I can't know you all alot better..
To Cik Gulam, thanks for sharing your food for me..
To Cik Amin, thanks for the sweets..
To Cik Malik senior.. Thanks for standing up to mne yesterday..
To Cik Mahalli, thanks for helping me finish my food..
To the Aswad, Hilmi.. I don't smoke..
I just teman Nazirah jer..
To Mr Chang.. Thank for intro the job on the first day..
To Malik junior.. Sitikus da tkder..
Ok this post is lame shit..
God.. But at least I got the pass..
So I can go shopping in the transit mall..
Wahaha..
So therefore..
I declare myself:
UNEMPLOYED!!!Labels: byebye changi airport
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