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Monday, June 12, 2006

First day of work in the kiasu land country.

It wasnt too bad. At first. Everyone was so friendly. Took me out for lunch. Smiled and made small talk.

Until I met this typical kiasu of the kiasu. I was instructed by the manager to go see this person X (really... I forgot his name). I was to ask him about a certain document that he might have had.

X: WHY?
me: Because manager Y asked me to ask you whether you have or not.
X: WHY?
me: Because manager Y wants me to raise queries for this client.
X: DIS WAN VERY HARD ONE.
me: Oh is it? How hard? <me acting dumb>
X: VELI HARD ONE.

What the hell?




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