Monday and shit with all the blues aside, I was so looking forward to get the week started. Only for one reason; To open a bank account and get it done and over with. It has really been acting like a beruk makyeh on my back and if I don’t settle this shit by the end of the week, I might end up in a nuthouse or something.
But fucking hell is awaiting. I’ve said it before and gonna say it again. This one bank sucks. The nearest branch is like a thousand kilometers away and typical of local shop-houses, the premise is wheelchair-unfriendly.
And the best part is, THE JKM, yes, THE JABATAN KEBAJIKAN MASYARAKAT, the government body that handles the local crips just had to choose Bank Pertanian of all the banks available here in Malaysia.
Didn’t it cross their mind this move might in some ways cause some inconvenience especially to those gimps on wheelchair to do their banking business manually?
Haven’t they heard of online banking? Cant they just appoint Maybank instead to ease some of the transaction business between the gomen and the recipients?
I’m a crippled and I sure can do a lot with the working allowance. That oughtta reduce some of my work-related burden. Need those money to get some imported CDs that I’ve been eyeing for millenniums now. Need those money to dine at Chili’s weekly. Gotta ditch cheap brands for some Monte Cristos, no less. Need those money to be seen with the rich bastards who owns a unit or two in Damansara area. Sebut betul-betul guys…Damanserra.
Gotta have the money to buy me a slot of appointment with Tony Fernandez.
So gimme, gimme…fly me to Emirates, The.
Some people have this crazy idea that I’m a stinking rich man sitting on his ass all day. That’s only half the truth.
I’m not a politician, obviously I’m not a millionaire.