2 Bitches

You see,

I made my first Business Trip to Qatar yesterday to visit our HQ office, which I didn't even know where it was, so I was thinking "Boy, this is gonna be exciting".

My flight from here was at a bloody early time of 04,00am, which meant that I had to be at the airport by 03,00am!

So I woke up at 2.35am (I am seriouse, I was sleeping wearing my siute :)) to my phone alarm which played "I wanna wake up with you" song by Boris Gardner (Don't ask me why).

I didn't even have time to go berak, let alone have my breakfast. So before I knew it, my transport was here. My driver came to pick me up, and I felt so sorry to trouble him that way.

I called Natali (my boss), Carla (my assistant) and Hasan (My aid) while they still all lied in bed, and told them I'll see them after 15 days (in fact I just called them to wake them up, I am up and they are drilling in their pellows)

But before I left, I wrote a note for Carla and Hasan telling them what to do in the next few days.
So off I went to the airport at 03,00am! (of course I forgot to hand over the note to my driver to hand it in his turn to Carla)

#$% I was late as usual, and when the flight took off at 04,00am I was damn hungry. Within 15 minutes, food was served. and believe me guys it was the longest 15 min I have felt that I actually almost took out my wallet to pay the Air stewardess for the food!

Gosh! It has been that long meh?!Anyway when I landed at the Doha APT, the journey from the arrival hall to the actual EXIT of the airport was so fucking long that I thought I was running a marathon.

I took the Airport taxi, which caused me $62.40 to go to my office at UOA Building. The taxi driver was so friendly and so talkative, that he basically gave me a 45-minute tutorial on General Knowledge, Qatar Politics, Qatar Geography, Qatar Economics, Tourism Qatar, China History, USA economic greed, Qatar Stupid government, etc... (and he wouldn't shut up even if you pay him money to do so)

At the end I was so stunned by the amount of things he knew, that I was a little bit ashame that even a University Graduate like me didn't know as much as him.

But guess what, I know now, prbably like him and more!

Anyway, when I arrived at the UOA Building I entered the building and thought to myself "Oh shit. How do I get to our office?"

(Bisaraha, our people like me all We live on trees, remember?).

So I rang my assistant Carla again (in fact just to wake her up) on my cellphone and told her "Hello! Ooh I am sorry you are still sleeping knowing that its holiday and yet its 7:30am back home) I'm at UOA Building, how do I get to our office?"

She said "See the reception counter? There are 2 ladies there?"

"Yes. I see them".

"Ok. You go up to them and register for a pass and you take the lift to 11th floor".

"Alright".

So I queued at the counter, one of the lady was serving (or should I say, offering her services) to 2 American Boys, while the other one looked at me and said

"What?"

"Fuck You Bitch" I almost said that.

I was thinking, "Come on la, talk nicely to me. You are working here in a reception, so surely you salary not as high as me.

So show some respect bitch!"

(All these were only thoughts in my head. It never came out ok?)

I finally actually said "I wanna go to 11th floor".

"Licence?" she said sternly.

"Licence?" Bloody hell. I was thinking - licence? What licence? I need a licence to go up there?

What licence? Licence to kill? Licence to Grill? Licence to fuck? What?

Apparently, she couldn't take my naivity (a gentler word for stupidity).

She said angrily "Driving Licence!"

(Damn Bitch! Cuba la say nicely just now. Not everybody comes from my office ok?!)

"Oh sorry" I smiled at her politely and gave her my Passprt, which she returned me with a PASS card.

Meanwhile, the other bitch who was "offering her services" to the 2 Americans, was showing the 2 guys how to "touch scan" their passes at the security gate, which would then open up automatically.

She was so willing and so smiley with them, and I thought "Ok, she seems ok"

When it came to my turn, her face basically changed from a Smiling Angel to a Fucking Bitches Ass-Like face.

The moment I saw her face changed, I knew her services went off.

She did explain to me how to scan the card though, she said "Put the card there lah! and it will open!

During the process of getting to the 11th floor, the reciption lady looked at me and said, Sir, can I see your pass card again, and when she did

"Oh my God; I am really sorry, I didn't know who you are" She said.

"No big deal, you did your job, but you should've smiled" I said with big ego smile on my face

"The moment I reached my office, I told the Manager, who happens to be a Britich Lady of what had happened.

And she told me:"These two women are Malaysian. They treat the American's like Gods, but they treat locals like crap, Especially those desperate Malay girls"

(Huh? A Britich lady saying something bad about Malays? Sounds like messy eh? Anyway, the manager is pretty cool lah).

But anyway, for those of you who comes into UOA building (there are 2, the one I'm talking about has an HSBC bank inside), please take note of these 2 ladies, whom I shall officially name them:

2 BITCHES @ RECIPTION