Nguyễn Vân Mai
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The story is rather long but it is worth reading!!!!!! Trust me! You are not wasting time.
When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know.....?
I was sitting at my desk when wondering where to lead our Development team.....when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make to K. Lek. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello." I politely said, "This is Jean Marc. Could I please speak with Khun Lek?"
Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f**in number!" and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Lek's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.So me...?
After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're an arsehole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'arsehole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was having difficult time with my Executive V.P or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an arsehole!" It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced on the mobile phone, I thought my therapeutic 'arsehole' calling would have to stop.
So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from AIS. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?"
He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone.
I quickly called him back and said, ................."That's because you're an arsehole!"
One day I was at the Central Departmenrt Store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot to park my beautiful Jaguar. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first arsehole ( I had his number on speed dial,) I thought that I'd better call the BMW arsehole, too. I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"
"Yes, it is", he said. "Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked.
"Yes, I live on Sukhumvit soi 11 - 238. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front."
"What's your name?" I asked.
"My name is k. Vinnai," he said.
"When's a good time to catch you, K. Vinnai ?"
"I'm home every evening after five."
"Listen, k. Vinnai...., can I tell you something?"
"Yes?"
"K. Vinnai , you're an arsehole!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.
Now, when I had a problem, I had two arseholes to call. Then I came up with an idea. I called Arsehole #1.
"Hello."
"You're an arsehole!" (But I didn't hang up.)
"Are you still there?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Stop calling me," he screamed.
"Make me," I said.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is K. Vinnai did I said."
"Yeah? Where do you live?"
"Arsehole, I live at Soi 11- 238, a yellow house, with my black BMW parked in front."
He said, "I'm coming over right now, And you had better start saying your prayers."
I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, arsehole," and hung up.
Then I called Arsehole #2. "Hello?" he said.
"Hello, arsehole," I said.
He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."
"You'll what?" I said.
"I'll kick your arse," he exclaimed.
I answered, "Well, arsehole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at Soi 11-238, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 7 News about the gang war going down in this Sukhumvit area.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to Soi 11. I got there just in time to watch two arseholes beating the crap out of each other in front of two cop cars, an ambulance stand by and a news crew.
NOW I feel much better.................. Anger management really works.
ANGER MANAGEMENT
When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know.....?
I was sitting at my desk when wondering where to lead our Development team.....when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make to K. Lek. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello." I politely said, "This is Jean Marc. Could I please speak with Khun Lek?"
Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f**in number!" and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Lek's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.So me...?
After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're an arsehole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'arsehole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was having difficult time with my Executive V.P or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an arsehole!" It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced on the mobile phone, I thought my therapeutic 'arsehole' calling would have to stop.
So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from AIS. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?"
He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone.
I quickly called him back and said, ................."That's because you're an arsehole!"
One day I was at the Central Departmenrt Store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot to park my beautiful Jaguar. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first arsehole ( I had his number on speed dial,) I thought that I'd better call the BMW arsehole, too. I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"
"Yes, it is", he said. "Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked.
"Yes, I live on Sukhumvit soi 11 - 238. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front."
"What's your name?" I asked.
"My name is k. Vinnai," he said.
"When's a good time to catch you, K. Vinnai ?"
"I'm home every evening after five."
"Listen, k. Vinnai...., can I tell you something?"
"Yes?"
"K. Vinnai , you're an arsehole!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.
Now, when I had a problem, I had two arseholes to call. Then I came up with an idea. I called Arsehole #1.
"Hello."
"You're an arsehole!" (But I didn't hang up.)
"Are you still there?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Stop calling me," he screamed.
"Make me," I said.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is K. Vinnai did I said."
"Yeah? Where do you live?"
"Arsehole, I live at Soi 11- 238, a yellow house, with my black BMW parked in front."
He said, "I'm coming over right now, And you had better start saying your prayers."
I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, arsehole," and hung up.
Then I called Arsehole #2. "Hello?" he said.
"Hello, arsehole," I said.
He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."
"You'll what?" I said.
"I'll kick your arse," he exclaimed.
I answered, "Well, arsehole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at Soi 11-238, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 7 News about the gang war going down in this Sukhumvit area.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to Soi 11. I got there just in time to watch two arseholes beating the crap out of each other in front of two cop cars, an ambulance stand by and a news crew.
NOW I feel much better.................. Anger management really works.
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