06/06 . What a jerk!!!

Arrrrrrgggghhhh! I'm so pissed off by this guy Eugene!!! WTF??!!!!! I can't believe I've been so patient with him, and I guess today is the last straw. SOME GUYS ARE JUST PURE JERKS! And He's the first I've personally encountered. Grrrrrrrrr....

SO..........Who the hell is he??? Ok, I don't know too, but I'll tell you the little which I know. *lets out steam from ears*

Few weeks ago, he added me from MSN without first writing to me. As usual I have no choice but to select "allow". Because I still don't believe in "blocking" people (strangers) who tries to add you "as a friend". They just wanna get to know you, right? The stupid MSN system only gives you these 2 choice, either you allow the person to be added or you block them for life. GEEEZ~ Don't have to be so drastic right? I mean, if someone comes up to you and say, "Hi you seem interesting, can we be friends?", you either say yes, maybe or no. And over here, you have no choice. You either say Yes, or you say NEVER and DON'T EVER COME NEAR ME! *roll eyes*

OK Anyway, I added him and he never sends me any messages even though he's online! GAH. *roll eyes* And I was very tempted to delete him off, so-very-tempted, but I decided it is not a nice thing to do. Finally one night we chatted (very briefly) and that's all we said and it was again silence for another week. And haahaha.. getting so anal and annoyed, I finally went ahead and deleted him off my MSN list - Well, he can still write me if he wanna, but I don't intend to write him anymore (he's so dry and boring) hence I won't need to see if he's online.

Last week I posted a shoutout asking for help (on my MSN Comment line)... asking help for which team to place my S$10 bet for the World Cup. No no no, I AM NOT A FOOTBALL FAN. In fact, I know NOTHING, peanuts, about football and I don't watch football (haha unless a delicious half-naked hunk whom I've had my eye on is watching it, buahahahaa...), and I don't follow any football news. Yes, I do know a few famous names of footballers and that's all : Backham, Donaldo, Agassi, Arnold Swearzenigger, Mohammed Ali? hahahaha..

Sadly... No one responded to my shoutout... *sobs* - and finally HE DID!!!! Awwwww~ I was more than grateful!

It turns out he's quite a football fan, so he told me "Argentina!". Thence began a conversation, during which he agreed to help me fill up a complicated excel form issued by my company. Yes, I forgot to mention, this is an Office Pool for World Cup, and it is compulsory for ME. Grrrrrrrrrr... because I've been "volunteered" by the GM to be the bookie and money collector for the office pool. Each bet is S$10 and you can make up to max 4 bets. Of course I'll only bet for S$10. But I have to fill up a bloody complicated form, predicting scores of every match for Section A. Then the positions 1 2 3 4 for each Groups under section B, then predict all scores for quarter-finals & semi-finals till finals and finally the CHAMPION. MY GOD!!!!! HOW THE F**K WILL I KNOW??????!!! So of course if I don't know, so that's why I ask for help. Damsal in distress *S-O-S* There's no way I can fill up that form blindly either. Sheeesh~ Ok I'm whining, I know. (Anyway, if you want a copy of the form, drop me a comment with your email address, I'll forward it to you. )

For filling up the form, Eugene said I will have to reward him by buying him a meal. *duh* Anyway, at that time I was in very good moods and happy to have found someone to help me, and so I said Yes, I'll even throw in drinks. And he got the cheek to say he want drinks to be at MOS! (Ministry of Sounds!!!!??) Gosh! Hey for a S$10 bet it is so NOT worth it - the entrance fee is already more than S$20 to the club, I think!!!!? Anyway I said yes ... was thinking it might be a good opportunity to visit the Club again. Last time I went there, I went alone on christmas eve... determined to get into a club for the Xmas countdown... but queued outside from 11.30pm till 12.30am. hahhaa~! But I'm glad I did something brave going to a club alone and get in by pure determination, and danced alone refusing to feel sorry for myself. What a memory!

Now back to the story of this jerk. Sigh.. REGRETS... REGRETS....
Why? I'll tell you why.

So I forwarded him the form - oops my email from office carries my office tel number. He began calling me several times a day at the office. His voice is soft and he is soft-spoken, totally not interesting to speak with - I even told him to speak up speak louder or else I'll loose my patience because it is such a drag to strain my ears to hear what the hell he is saying - oh, perhaps I'm partially deaf, bahahaha... And he kept asking for my mobile number (which I refused to give him *smug smug* - he can't give me a good reason why I should give him my number either). Finally, during the end of the day, he returned me the Betting form having only completed Section A!! When I asked about sections B C D E F G ?? he said its impossible and we must be mad. AND HE ASKED FOR HIS REWARD. What? I said, NOPE, you've only completed 1 section out of 7 and you want your meal? No way! So anyway, he said he'll try. And of course asked again for my number, and made me promise to keep my word concerning the meal and drinks. Grrrrr...rrr..rrr.r... Really, its my pit fall. I am a person who tries my best to keep my promises to people. Sigh~ He had me at my balls. (erm~ if i have balls, teeheehee..).

Then he called again, asking what nature of business my company does. It turns out he's a sales person from a logistics company in Singapore, and want to speak to the person looking after import and exports. WTF?? This guy will not let go of any business sales opportunities?? *roll eyes* Reluctantly I passed on the call after checking with my colleagues (who advised him that due to recent restructuring of the business we will not require his company's services), and later on he called me again saying he want to come down to our office. HOH????? Why come??? I asked. He said, to see the person looking after import/export. hoh??? I said, Hey Eugene didn't my colleague advised you that we won't require of your services? ... So he said something lame like .. "Ok lah.. I wanted to see you, actually"... *roll eyes* OMG he is so damn lame.

Anyway, last evening he again messaged me om MSN about the lunch/dinner/drinks. Said he want to come and meet me for lunch today. I got rather anal about it and told him I am so NOT impressed with him. ----> So far I've never had any guy who solicited for meals from me and followup for it like the way he does!!! It's not even about dating me out, obviously!! If he is trying to get a date with me by helping me and making me buy him a meal, I am just not impressed - unless in the end he actually pays for the meal instead because he was just using that as an excuse to see me. On the other hand, if it is not about dating me but purely helping and expecting reward in return, I'd be happy to buy him a meal or drinks, but not if he did not even complete his end of the deal! GRrrrrrRRRRR...

Anyway, when I said I'm not impressed with him, his reply was shocking.

He said.. "you should be impressed, very impressed"..
I said.. "why? why should I?"
He said.. "because I am a retarded person."
I said.."REALLY???? Please do not joke with me"
He said.. "yes, really, I am not joking.."
"Why? are you disappointed? You despise me??"
I said.. "NO, OF COURSE NOT. There is nothing to be disappointed nor despise about"!!!

Awwww..... I feel bad. Wow, if he is really a retarded person, then Yes, I should be impressed that he is able to work as a sales person, able to speak fairly OK (for a retarded), able to handle computer software etc.. and I really should have more patience with him instead of being such a bitch (telling him to speak up else I'd loose my patience hehe..).. and I should be more gracious... and of course, lower expectations of his ability to behave like a gentleman or common sense etiquettes etc. NOT that I'll treat him with pity, but I will definetely go easy on him. Be kind to those less fortunate. (be kind to idiots, hehehe...)

That evening we did not chat further much, except that I agreed to meet him for lunch today - play it by ear.

So THIS MORNING, once I got into the office, I got a call from him. (later on, my colleagues informed me that there's this guy who speaks damn softly - to their irritation too - kept calling me in the morning and refused to leave his name).

I said.."Hi Good morning this is Vivian!" (my usual chirpy voice)
He said.. ".... ...... he....ll....oo..." (a weak slow hello)
I said.. "Oh hi, its you. Yes?"
He said.."..................."
I said, "Hello???"
He said.. "yes?"
MY GOD! I'm about to loose my patience!!! He called to keep quiet????
I said, "Hey, ... erm... what you said yesterday, is it true?"
He said.. "what?.."
I said.."about you being a retarded person?.."
He said.."Of course &%$%#*.. I was #*&^%@ kidding...."
I said.."HUH? Sorry?? Can't hear you clearly. you were kidding or NOT kidding??"
He said, "I'm kidding lah, of course, hahahaa..."

WHAT THE FUCK???? WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFF?????? !!!!
OH MY GOD!!! I AM SO DAMN PISSED OFF!!!!!
HE ACTUALLY HAD ME ON ABOUT HIM BEING A RETARDED PERSON???!!!
and I actually FELT BAD!!!! GrrrrrrrRRrrrrrRRRRRRRrrrrr.....

So I said, "What?? You're joking? IT IS SO NOT FUNNY!"
So he said, "Why? do you have problems with retarded people?"
I said, "No of course not. If you are retarded I will respect you as one, and will not be joking about it. Blah blah blah..." - anyway, I forgot what the whole lot of things I said, but I already blow.

Then he asked... Do you have a room?
So I said, Room? Nope. Are you talking about home? if home yes, I have a bedroom. In the office NO, I work out in the open with everyone. WHY?
He said, So that I can come an chiak chuah (eat snake -- which means skive instead of working)
I said, I am not a chuah (I'm not a snake). SORRY I can't help you.
So he went on about how he want to find a place to skive and was hoping that i work in an office of my own so he can come see me and skive in my office.
OMG! How unimpressive!!!!!!!!!! This guy is definitely getting over familiar with me. WTF.

Then he said, Hey... Saturday, can we meet later for the meal and drinks?
I said, sure, but what time is "late"?
He said.. hmmmm....let's meet for dinner,... then I go home... then meet again later for drinks.
Puzzled, I ask.. Why would you need to go home first? to bathe? to change into nightclub retro shirt?
His reply : Oh, I wanna go back to catch World Cup.
*roll eyes*
I said, Forget it lah, we can just have dinner and you can go home and watch your world cup.
He said, ... then drinks leh?
I said, Well, you can have your coffee with food lah!
He said, No no no.. you promised drinks at MOS.
Grrrrrr... this guy is really asking for too much.
Reluctantly I said.. Then drinks another day lor (regrets... regrets...regrets...)

In the afternonon he called again.
He said.. Hey, what kind of building is your office located in? Is it an industrial building?
I said, NOPE. I don't think so, just normal office building. Why?
He asked, Oh... what kind of companies are in your building? How many? Do they do import/export?
I got really annoyed, and said, HOW THE HELL WILL I KNOW??? and WHY are you asking?
He said, How can you not know? You work there don't you? I'm sure there's also a Directory Listing probably located at the lobby floor near the lift, you can find out just by going there to take a look. I wanna know because I want to see if I can go there and get some business so ask you to help lor....
THAT IS THE LAST STRAW.
So I raised my voice, and said - EXCUSE ME!!! I don't know and I don't bloody CARE what companies are located here. YOU DO YOUR OWN HOMEWORK. And No, I am NOT helping you!
He said.."why? why cannot help?"
*ROLL EYES* I said, NO, I just won't help, OK??? OK????!!!??? I DON'T WANT to help!! I'm not helpful! Satisfied??
I can't remember how the conversation ended. But hahahahahhahaa... I never heard from him since.

What a jerk!
I rarely need to come to a point to treat anyone like that.
Geez.

Now I only wonder, come Saturday, is he gonna really want his meal and drinks?
Sheesh. I so wanna go back on my word.