A friend of mine in the States recently went to Vegas. Her e-mail was full of nothing but praise for the place and how much fun she had.
I wish I could say the same about Malaysia's equivalent.
Over the weekend I went to 'that-place-up-in-the-mountains-of-Malaysia-that-has-a-casino-that-I-shouldn't-mention-by-name-in-case-they-find-out-'cos-they're-our-client-although-that-just-gave-it-away', high up above the clouds so that the weather is permanently Spring time. There are casino's, amusement parks, rides and the biggest hotel in Malaysia.
What a crock of shit.
The hotel booked us the wrong room, expecting 7 of us to sleep in one double bed. The manager had no idea what working in a hotel entails. She wasn't even sure whether she could get us blankets and pillows since some of us had to sleep on the floor. Her idea of fixing the situation was to get us two much smaller rooms which just fit a double bed in each and charge us RM$50 extra. Fuck that. This whole session of expressing our dissapointment took two hours. By the time we actually got to relax in our room, all of us very pissed off, it was 11pm.
We then decided to check out the Safari disco, only to find 40 year olds drunk out of their heads swooning at the sight of some Indon band with a skanky female lead singer as they went through some Canto-pop hit that involved a lot of shouting and hard consonants. To get to this stupid disco we had to go up 7 escalators.
After that, we tried to find the cinema, maybe check out a movie. The place where the cinema was had some of the tackiest things around it: a cheap ass Eiffel tower, Big Ben, KLCC towers, gondolas going through tiny rivers run by mannequins. We found the cinema, bought tickets for 'Aeon Flux' and went to find some dinner only to discover they can't even run a McDonald's properly.
And the cinema? Amcorp's cinema is better. Cramped up, tiny and the projectionist didn't tighten up the focus so the movie had a permanent blur.
Knowing that the people that run this place are my company's client infuriates me even further.
And if that wasn't enough, I come into work today, buy some milk from downstairs, try to make some coffee and discover the milk expired. 6 months ago. I went down to the store to complain. The guy didn't say a word. He just trawled through his fridge and, after, about 20 cartons of milk, found one that expired in 2006.
I swear, if I get fucked over one more time I'm gonna fuckin' kill somebody.
