Back To School

Last Friday, Amy and I finally got ourselves down to the school to meet up with their senior consultant, Jason. Now this bugger has been sending text messages, calling and emailing Amy ever since we went to the talk and that was about 4 months ago. The reason why we held off so long was because I wanted to get through my driving test first and then plan my life around the class schedules than to work around my driving schedule. On the other hand, Amy wasn't too ready to start classes either. So for the whole time we were stalling, he was pestering her like some desperado. I was always telling Amy how now there is finally someone bugging her now the way she did me.

Before we went down, we were wondering what he looked like and Amy was hoping that he would look rather dishy, but my first thoughts were of a nerdy person who was most likely balding. As it turned out, he was nerdy, no where near dishy, in dire need of a proper tailor but lucky for him, wasn't balding just yet. He looked rather young and acted like a young chap that didn't have any professionalism in him. Using his laptop to show us some information, his MSN buddies were popping out at the corner of the screen. He could have hidden the popping alerts or should've just switched his messenger off instead. I mean it wasn't left on "busy" or "away", his status was "online". Now what if one of his buddies decided to start a conversation right as we were looking at the course outline?

The week before this, Amy kept asking him about payment methods but he seemed to give her the same answer, "Please come down so I can explain it in detail." I think he wanted to check her out too. Anyhoo.... if you have someone asking you about payment methods, don't u think that you should just go straight to that issue? We basically had to go through the whole talk all over again. Another thing I don't get is that why he couldn't just explain about payment methods over the phone. It's not as though you're doing a transfer of money over the phone, and it would be better if we could come down with everything prepared than to have to think if we could afford to pay for the initial down-payment sitting across you.

In the end, we signed up putting in a small deposit for the course that started yesterday, with just the weekend to get everything prepared. What a bloody rush. So class was fun and kept rather light-hearted, even with a heavy content, it didn't help that my concentration was all out of whack that day. Plus the fact that we got seats right at the front of class didn't help as I wasn't used to the close proximity to the board and my focus went loopy too.

But of all things that really got to me with the whole thing about going back to school was actually the bloody stupid receptionist. I don't know what her actually post is but she sits in the counter that greets u when u enter the school, so receptionist she is. So what did this woman do to get herself into my blog? Nothing. Yup, she was rather useless and now every time I see her my hand itches to slap that chubby cheek of hers to wake her up or something. She either is deaf, or she just doesn't understand English, or I'm actually speaking in tongues to her.

Friday was the first time I took note of her. We went in to the school looking for Jason but that bugger was doing some where else. So we told her what we were there for and instead of calling your staff to inform them that their appointment is there, she tells us he a few floors down and to go look for him there. Where exactly down below she didn't say. We stepped out to call that bugger and he tells us to wait at the reception area. So we head back in, tell her that we were told to wait at reception and she stares at us as if waiting there would mean she had to wash our feet for us. The way her eyes just stared back was looking as if we were some desperate celebrity-chasers, hunting for an opportunity with our idol a.k.a. Jason. Like .

So I thought that would be a one off experience with her but I was really wrong and I tried my best to brush her weird ways off but the way she just reacts rubs me the wrong way. We went in yesterday for class and there to greet us was Ms Tard and another lady. The other lady was quick and clear, asked us to sign ourselves in and gave us our course notes. Ms Tard then asks us for our names, so after giving her my name, she asks for my full name, and then proceeds to ask if I'm someone else who's name wasn't even close to mine in the first place. So I tried another time giving her Amy's name which was shorter and much simpler to look for. Even then she changed Amy's name too. GOODNESS GRACIOUS ME! Amy's name is just Amy and her surname, how wrong can you go with just 2 names to look for? Mine isn't some common name either and I don't know how it turned to some Chinese-sounding one. In the end she told us that we would be getting our cards the following week.

That wasn't the last of her... Oh noooooooo! Jason had to pass us our receipts and told us that he would leave it at the reception counter if he didn't see us. So after class we went there and I wanted to make sure that someone knew we were the intended recipients of the two envelopes on the counter (addressed to us) instead of just taking them away. Unlucky me got her attention and I just wanted to let her know that I was going to take the two envelopes, but Ms Tard doesn't seem to understand that and I just basically took the envelopes, waved it infront of her, point out to her that my name was on it and I'm taking away, talking to her with so much gestures as if she was a 5 year old kid. It's a bloody chore talking to her and I think she'll be the death of me one day, that's if I don't kill her first.

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