...Because after 3 years, their style of mess-ups isnt lost on me
4 weeks ago:
order gown online. online submission form failed a few times. finally submitted it on the 3rd or 4th try.
yesterday:
jo, with coughing fits and after a long day of work which she had to peel away from at 630pm, raced down to noose and reached by 745pm. oh yeah, it's ridiculously far hor. it's the transportation down. didnt have money for cab. 10min by cab, 1hr15min by bus. met bm along the way.
jo hobbles to the counter and hands over matric card.
cashier:"did u order your gown online?"
jo:"yes."
cashier:"says here u didnt"
jo:"i did"
cashier:"did u bring the confirmation pagE?"
jo:"..."
cashier:"take this form go and try on the gowns over there and place a new order here"
so jo tries on gowns and the stupid motar board and hobbles back over.
cashier:"oh sorry we're out of xs. M can?"
jo:"i cant even wear S"
cahiser:"S oso sold out. S and XS same size. I think u better rent".
right now jo. fuming. having rushed down, after a long day, coughing until dizzy with stomach cramps, barely able to utter out a word coherantly without bursting into coughs so have to whisper everything out in a weird sing song tune (thank god for bm...if not jo would have fainted).
it was so tempting. just to fuck off commencement. but - thinkoftheparentsthinkoftheparentsthinkoftheparents...
jo:"ok fine rent"
cashier:"so sorry"
jo:" dont worry bout it. isnt u. it's the fucking system"
and UOB card NOT WORKING so i REALLY HAVE NO MONEY cuz the ccb uob guy who said he'll fix the prob apparently - didnt. would call up again, but i-cant-talk. so bm paid.
jo tiredly returns to the "trying" area, and because of the long day and illness and stress getting to her of having to rush down to such an inaccessible place and make the long journey home by cab later and the fucked up uob card which again, made sure i had NO money cuz i CANNOT draw any money from ANY ATM MACHINE as long as they have not yet linked my account. stress overwhelming. jo proceeds to tears. just so tired.
proceeds to rental procedure,
corrects out of date forms which have jo's old home address - apparently noose records not insync (they send coop letters and exams results to my new place, i went online and did correction for the address before too) or co-op is a network pariah.
bm helps jo to stuff stupid gown into the fugly case.
so there u have it. i have a rental gown although i was willing to buy a new one - which was what they wanted. so instead, i have to spend $30 on a rental.
thats all the details u can possibly get. co-op is as fucked up as ever. that's all, so dont ask me anything about it anymore cuz its blogged for the reason that i dont wanna keep repeating myself.
order gown online. online submission form failed a few times. finally submitted it on the 3rd or 4th try.
yesterday:
jo, with coughing fits and after a long day of work which she had to peel away from at 630pm, raced down to noose and reached by 745pm. oh yeah, it's ridiculously far hor. it's the transportation down. didnt have money for cab. 10min by cab, 1hr15min by bus. met bm along the way.
jo hobbles to the counter and hands over matric card.
cashier:"did u order your gown online?"
jo:"yes."
cashier:"says here u didnt"
jo:"i did"
cashier:"did u bring the confirmation pagE?"
jo:"..."
cashier:"take this form go and try on the gowns over there and place a new order here"
so jo tries on gowns and the stupid motar board and hobbles back over.
cashier:"oh sorry we're out of xs. M can?"
jo:"i cant even wear S"
cahiser:"S oso sold out. S and XS same size. I think u better rent".
right now jo. fuming. having rushed down, after a long day, coughing until dizzy with stomach cramps, barely able to utter out a word coherantly without bursting into coughs so have to whisper everything out in a weird sing song tune (thank god for bm...if not jo would have fainted).
it was so tempting. just to fuck off commencement. but - thinkoftheparentsthinkoftheparentsthinkoftheparents...
jo:"ok fine rent"
cashier:"so sorry"
jo:" dont worry bout it. isnt u. it's the fucking system"
and UOB card NOT WORKING so i REALLY HAVE NO MONEY cuz the ccb uob guy who said he'll fix the prob apparently - didnt. would call up again, but i-cant-talk. so bm paid.
jo tiredly returns to the "trying" area, and because of the long day and illness and stress getting to her of having to rush down to such an inaccessible place and make the long journey home by cab later and the fucked up uob card which again, made sure i had NO money cuz i CANNOT draw any money from ANY ATM MACHINE as long as they have not yet linked my account. stress overwhelming. jo proceeds to tears. just so tired.
proceeds to rental procedure,
corrects out of date forms which have jo's old home address - apparently noose records not insync (they send coop letters and exams results to my new place, i went online and did correction for the address before too) or co-op is a network pariah.
bm helps jo to stuff stupid gown into the fugly case.
so there u have it. i have a rental gown although i was willing to buy a new one - which was what they wanted. so instead, i have to spend $30 on a rental.
thats all the details u can possibly get. co-op is as fucked up as ever. that's all, so dont ask me anything about it anymore cuz its blogged for the reason that i dont wanna keep repeating myself.
Cheers, jo @ 7:04 AM
1 Comments:
aiyoh why so cocked up ?? never mind la will look great anyway !! see you on that day !! -chelles-
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