Very selfish these homosapiens.
Deadly refuse to open the loo door for the painter to cover his paint cans left out in the pouring rain, all because
untee doesn't want to have to clean up after him (the earlier two men who came in from the 'balcony' made a big white mess there). They're just doing their job, they can't be going about their work in that dangerous gondola, but they are stuck too with their tools outside. All their hard work this morn, literally washed away...and
untee can't let them rescue the precious white chemical.
Maggie doing M&M with the children and i answered handsome thambi's plea to help his colleagues outside our toilet. He spoke simple English so at least i can try to understand him first (he also said "lobang" but i knew what he was referring to), that Maggie had to "just ask aunty...". Not asking her to do anything, simple matter "ask aunty, ask aunty". Seriously lah, playing the arrow game all the time, SO NOT fun. You aunty, aunty Me.
Nobody damn hell wants to do anything...remember the crying/ pooping/ peeing days when the kids do it all over the place and everyone's just pushing the job around. BAH.
Issue two with Maggie;
If not for the fact i wrote the names on all the 23 pieces of PTM letters, Maggie and I won't have realised we're short of her requested 33 because of Meow's mistake. So i got Meow to print 7 more, which is the exact number of the kids who attend school now. After i kindly brought it back to the classroom after getting it from Meow in the structure room, Maggie said "you got her to print 33 ah, don't print exact..." Why you want to waste paper like that. What mistake can there be when all the parents have to do is SIGN on it to acknowledge their attendance? If there is a real need, c'mon, we can always print again. NO bloody rush. We're 3 weeks away from PTM Day anyway! I ask, i get my request fulfilled. Done deal.
