Baaaaaad!

Well. My dad got his phone serviced, and we went off to the collection centre. The service was terrible.

Hmph. One of the counters had 4 staff members serving a single customer. Odd, I didn't know so much manpower was needed.

Ohh wait, they weren't even serving! They were... what? They were having a bloody chatting session, talking and laughing. WTF!

"Ya, my son also got his phone from Lot 1."

Yeah, right, like its our business. Looks like the customer was charismatic enough to get all the staff members to flock over. Hmph.

Pressing the appointment number ticket machine thing, the approximate waiting time we got was... 13 minutes.

The actual time? 45 minutes.

Screw that.

When we were finally "served", we went to the counter.

I say "served", because, well, when we arrived at the counter, the desk there looked like below. The name of the person serving is blanked out if you can't see.



And the desk stayed like that for a full five minutes. That was a fun time. We waited for what seemed like an eternity, before, FINALLY someone came along.

Oh wait, she barely sat down, before suddenly taking off again, as though she had forgotten to retrieve something; is that counted as "coming along"?

Nevermind. "Service" is like that in the corporate world.