Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Word Hard: Be Nice
Salam,
I thought this poster is very inspiring and everyone should get this imprinted in their brain all the time. Thanks to Rain and her post about her maid, dreams and superficial people, I was reminded about how i was treated when i was in the city. Since i got married, i have not spend more than 2 days in the city, and since my mum was back, i decided to spend the whole weekend with her. I stayed from friday till monday afternoon. In between, we went to do a little shopping, and i helped her buy dinner. I had an an enormous suprise on how hostile everyone was. Especially those in the restaurant and in retail line. By the end of the trip back from the city, i was still shocked by how much human had increasingly lacking of love, politeness and even mercy. My mum was telling me it's so obvious to her especially since coming back from the UK, where everyone is always speaking politely.
I remember i went to buy dinner, as i was placing my order, the waitress didn't even look at me. So i asked, "Can i place my order?" and started looking someplace else, thought i might get the wrong 'order counter'. The waitress then sharply snapped at me as she was handing some change to the customer, (which i overlooked) "I'm passing her money!!", I looked at her in confusion...I told her i'm sorry and i was suprised that she barked at me like that. What happen to your old "I'm sorry, / Excuse me...Hold on a second, I'll be right with you"? Why i didn't walked out was beyond me, so we stayed and wait for our order to be ready. I was watching all the restaurant staff, AND NONE of them was even smiling or even talking to each other. Then, on a different occasion, as we were on our way back home from a relative house, my mum decided to stop by a drive through. As we were placing our order, the other receiver was quiet...so my mum asked and raised her voice (the place was rather noisy) afraid the receiver couldn't hear her order, "Can you hear me?", and in an annoyed tone "Hey, I hear you...don't shout!!!" Me and my mum exchange look and was suprise with the respond. Even at the grocery. Even getting a change, is like begging for money at the side of the road. As i was waiting for my change, the cashier looked at me at the corner of her eyes, and ask me "what are you waiting for?"..."umm my change...50cents", and she actually mummbles under her breath as she slap me my change...WHA?
What a sad city...
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5 comments:
That's absolutely appalling! And I thought things could be bad here in Denmark... guess I should count myself lucky!
It is becky, and to be honest...it was not always like this. KL used to be, or Malaysia was always known for it friendly people. It could probably be, when i was in the city, i got used to it or something (totally overlooked it)...and now being away from it, kind of emphasize the whole truth..even magnify it. OR, it could just be, the world is just changing. and KL included...
This is terrible,everyone says Jordanian people never smile,but they're not that bad that's for sure!
I guess the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence..
So why do you think people in KL are becoming like that?
seems like i will join Rain and Becky, it's unbelievably here , people just stare in an awful way and never smile, it's indeed sad :(
Wafa, it's sure is sad...
Rain, I think because cost of living is very high when the pay for a salary is very low. Everyone is stressed out about money, and people are working too hard. They rarely spend time at home, rarely have time to do what they really like, for the sake of working for money. The condition of some people in KL is very sad indeed. Although they're not poor, they sure had to work VERY hard to barely meet ends meet. The fact that the demand in consumerism is high and the competition is as high, i guess business people are stressing more than we can imagine. Especially when it comes to the ones on the customer relation end, because we all know they're the one who get paid the lowest...
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