Miscommuciation (or jus pure irritatin)
We communicate with ppl on a daily basis, unless u are Tom Hanks on cast away with only a vollyball as companian than i pity u. But than what i am sayin is that, how many times during our everyday life, that we come across ppl whom i dunno, ignorant, dun understand english or jus being a nutcase. Out to ensure u vomit every single drop of blood in your body and pull every single hair on ur head till u end up like Colin Mochrie from whose line is it anyway? - the centre of all bald jokes.Out of my many "special" kind of incidents with this kind of ppl, here's one which happen sometime ago, but the fact it stuck with me till this day speaks for itself.I was working in a kitchen - time was 1015pm when an order chit came inIt was an order for chix rice. Now our kitchen stop serving chix rice after 10pm so i called for the service staff to come over, here is our conversation:Me: hey, can u kindly let the guest know we are out of chix rice. And it is after 10pm, so the late nite simplified menu ( has no chix rice) is in place.Him: oh, than how bout breast meat?Me: no no..we dun serve chic rice ready, so u need to let the guest know.Him: no breast? how bout chix tigh than?Me: (starting to wonder am i speakin human or something alien) Do u understand wat i jus said..we dun have chic rice at this hour.Him: oh ok, than duck rice?Me: ( starting to burst my major arteris splashin around in a glorious fountian of red.And to start, we dun even have duck rice anywhere in the menu so when he asked that, i hit the roof!) Hey you, do u understand wat i am saying. It a simple matter, jus go tell the guest no more chix rice.He left.There i was lying there with my face distorted with disbelief.
desong was shot at Tuesday, March 20, 2007