Yup… Budak Busuk has moved out! We’re not exactly sure if he requested to move out or if he was asked to leave cos we have different parties giving us a different story each. Here’s what happened, according to our side of the story.
First there were his China gang “parties” where he’d invite his noisy mates over and have a big cook-out and makan. So Ben told him nicely, “You can have your friends over but keep the noise down”.
Then there was the big get-together with almost 10 of them here, making damn a lot of noise, messing up the whole kitchen till they cooked the pot black, drinking, eating like pigs (they really eat like there’s no tomorrow, stuffing their mouths while talking at the same time with bits of food flying about)… So Ben was stern but nice when he told him, “You’re earning good money, a lot more than what your friends are earning, so be wise about the kind of friends you keep”. The aftermath of that party… a blackened Tefal pan and a melted spatula.
So after that, he had fewer friends over at a time, but even with just 2 girls or guys, it was still really annoying cos they’re just so loud, and of course they made themselves at home, switching channels while I was watching TV, cooking almost every night using rice, sauces, etc that I bought.
Ben wasn’t happy about these fellas coming over and watching TV as I hid away in the bedroom. There was one time when Ben came home early and The Housemate’s friend (we shall call him Freeloader) was in the hall watching TV. When Ben brought his dinner out to the hall, Freeloader asked “Eating dinner?” and Ben said, “Ya, do you mind?” and the fella buggered off.
I started keeping cooking stuff in the bedroom – rice, olive oil, vinegar, kitchen towels… Ya paper kitchen rolls. Each time they had one of they’re cookouts, they’d use up an ENTIRE roll of my paper kitchen towels!
I even asked Ben if he wanted to keep away his expensive Global knives, cos you know about chefs and their knives. No one touches a chef’s knife right, so I say to Ben, “The Housemate had broken a few glasses, melted the spatula, scratched my rice pot… do you wanna hide your knives in case he spoils them too?” Ben wanted to, but then he decided against it cos he said it may be “pantang” to keep knives in the bedroom.
And whadya know… Just a few days later, he MUTILATED Ben’s Global chef knife! Useless dumbass used it as a hammer! I heard a lot of hammering one afternoon and knew that he put up a small mirror opposite the mirror in his bathroom, cos he wanted to cut his hair on his own instead of going to the salon. But that night as I was preparing dinner, I picked up Ben’s knife and realised something was wrong with it. The Housemate used the butt of the knife to hammer in the nail. So now the stainless steel surface is pock-marked all over with rough and slightly sharp dents/scratches.
I sms-ed Ben immediately, and the other Sous Chef insisted Ben leave work early when he heard what happened. So Ben came back earlier that night and came into the kitchen to inspect the knife. The knife itself is still ok, it’s just that the handle bit is like crap now. So Ben purposely screamed out “Wahlaneh!!” and went out to the hall where The Housemate was watching TV. He asked him if he used the knife to hammer something and the fella said yes and apologised. Ben didn’t raise his voice at all, but just started grumbling on and on… “This is my personal item… brought all the way from Singapore… expensive and personal… I’ve had it for so many years…now it’s destroyed…” and about how he didn’t say anything when the fool broke glasses and all cos it’s company property, but this knife was HIS.
After that incident, the tension between Ben and The Housemate was obvious. Ben showed his disapproval when The Housemates friends were over by mumbling stuff like “Ya get out of the way” and “Useless!” if he had to walk past The Housemate’s friend in the apartment. One night we came home really late and found Freeloader sleeping on the couch without his shirt. Ben gave him a pissed off look so Freeloader ran into The Housemate's bedroom to sleep.
Then one evening, Ben said “The Housemate has moved out!” And I thought how could that be when he just asked me that same afternoon if we wanted to apply for an internet connection and cable tv service for the apartment. So Ben n I checked the apartment. His shoes which usually lay astrew near the front door… gone. Most of his stuff from the kitchen… gone.
The next afternoon, The Housemate came back and took a few more of his things and I asked him if he was moving out. And he said he met a friend of his who studied with him in Switzerland, and the guy just arrived in Dubai and is a Management Trainee with Jumeirah too. Since he just moved in to his apartment here at Ewan, The Housemate requested to move in with him too, and it was approved immediately.
Now all this time, Ben had already put in a request to move to a single-bedroom apartment which is his entitlement. After the big “China party”, Ben went to HR again to complain about The Housemate and his noisy gatherings. Then after the knife and other smelly incidents, Ben and the other Sous Chef made a couple more complaints to HR to expedite Ben’s move to a better apartment, or get The Housemate to move out.
So the day The Housemate moved out, he and Freeloader came over to get the last of his stuff, and Ben came back that night saying that HR told him that The Housemate was asked to move out. So I don’t know if he was really asked to move out or if he requested to move in with his friend. Ben said he could hear the usual noisy gathering going on in The Housemate’s new apartment cos it turned out he moved to the unit just diagonally across from us, and I wonder why he didn’t dare tell me that when I asked him where he was moving to. So that night, Ben n I celebrated the fact that the Budak Busuk was out.
That same night at about 3am, I heard a sound in the apartment. Ben was really tired and fell right to sleep, so I didn’t wake him and just said a decade of the Rosary for safety. Then in the morning when Ben’s alarm went off at 7.30, I heard The Housemate’s bedroom door open and his bathroom door close. So I got out of bed and sat on the couch, waiting to see who was gonna come out of the bathroom. Ben woke up and asked what I was doing in the hall, and when I explained what I heard and that someone was in the bathroom, Ben got real mad.
He must have literally scared THE SHIT out of the guy in the bathroom. It was Freeloader who was in the bathroom. Ben hammered on the door really hard and shouted, “Who’s in there?” No answer, so he hammered some more. “Who the @#%* is in there?!!”
A shit-scared Freeloader answered “It’s The Housemate’s friend” and Ben continued, “Come out NOW!! @##$$%^%$!!#!!
Freeloader sounded like he was almost crying, “Wait wait… I in toilet”
“COME OUT NOW! @#*%^KNN#*^%#!! What’s your staff number? Give me your staff number?!! Get the #*^%# out!!!”
“Wait wait…”
Freeloader finally came out of the toilet and Ben demanded for his staff number and the apartment keys, warning him that he was actually “breaking and entering” and Freeloader said he didn’t have the keys cos they were with The Housemate who was sleeping peacefully in his new apartment. So Freeloader ran out saying he’d go get The Housemate. From the hall I could hear Freeloader wailing to The Housemate in Mandarin like really kau-peh really really loudly and it really sounded like he was crying. Of course, The Housemate was too scared to come over and hand the keys to Ben, even though they actually took the same bus to work that morning.
Ben of course went straight to HR to report what happened, and this time it wasn’t just the other Sous Chef with him, but one of the Exec Sous Chefs, who then went straight to the HR Director. The HR Director then got the Accomodation Manager in charge of Ewan Residence to get the keys back from The Housemate by that evening. The manager Habib came by the apartment that afternoon to get a full report of what happened, so I told him, and also showed him the melted spatula and told him about the broken glasses.
We’re guessing The Housemate must have gotten a warning or something cos Ben saw him the other day and he of course wasn’t happy to see Ben. So now we actually have someone living just across from our apartment who hates Ben. We don’t think he’ll dare try anything funny, and Ben’s pretty sure he’s gonna piss off his new flat-mate soon enough too. His new flatmate, although a “friend” of his, isn’t a Chinese national but an African, so with all the regular “Chinese-nationals-unite-and-make-some-noise” get togethers, the flatmate may either request to move out, or if he’s just as immature and irresponsible, he may piss The Housemate off with his own gatherings and stuff.
On the other hand, I guess it must be pretty hard for people to live with chefs, unless they too are chefs and have that same obsessive compulsive standard of cleanliness, hygiene and order. So here’s hoping the next flatmate we have is more mature and responsible, and maybe even from Singapore or Malaysia, cos we now know how the Chinese here live. The Filipinos here are just as noisy cos they make friends with everyone and sing all the time. And the angmohs here think Dubai is just one big night club where you can party and pick up girls all day and night.
First there were his China gang “parties” where he’d invite his noisy mates over and have a big cook-out and makan. So Ben told him nicely, “You can have your friends over but keep the noise down”.
Then there was the big get-together with almost 10 of them here, making damn a lot of noise, messing up the whole kitchen till they cooked the pot black, drinking, eating like pigs (they really eat like there’s no tomorrow, stuffing their mouths while talking at the same time with bits of food flying about)… So Ben was stern but nice when he told him, “You’re earning good money, a lot more than what your friends are earning, so be wise about the kind of friends you keep”. The aftermath of that party… a blackened Tefal pan and a melted spatula.
So after that, he had fewer friends over at a time, but even with just 2 girls or guys, it was still really annoying cos they’re just so loud, and of course they made themselves at home, switching channels while I was watching TV, cooking almost every night using rice, sauces, etc that I bought.
Ben wasn’t happy about these fellas coming over and watching TV as I hid away in the bedroom. There was one time when Ben came home early and The Housemate’s friend (we shall call him Freeloader) was in the hall watching TV. When Ben brought his dinner out to the hall, Freeloader asked “Eating dinner?” and Ben said, “Ya, do you mind?” and the fella buggered off.
I started keeping cooking stuff in the bedroom – rice, olive oil, vinegar, kitchen towels… Ya paper kitchen rolls. Each time they had one of they’re cookouts, they’d use up an ENTIRE roll of my paper kitchen towels!
I even asked Ben if he wanted to keep away his expensive Global knives, cos you know about chefs and their knives. No one touches a chef’s knife right, so I say to Ben, “The Housemate had broken a few glasses, melted the spatula, scratched my rice pot… do you wanna hide your knives in case he spoils them too?” Ben wanted to, but then he decided against it cos he said it may be “pantang” to keep knives in the bedroom.
And whadya know… Just a few days later, he MUTILATED Ben’s Global chef knife! Useless dumbass used it as a hammer! I heard a lot of hammering one afternoon and knew that he put up a small mirror opposite the mirror in his bathroom, cos he wanted to cut his hair on his own instead of going to the salon. But that night as I was preparing dinner, I picked up Ben’s knife and realised something was wrong with it. The Housemate used the butt of the knife to hammer in the nail. So now the stainless steel surface is pock-marked all over with rough and slightly sharp dents/scratches.
I sms-ed Ben immediately, and the other Sous Chef insisted Ben leave work early when he heard what happened. So Ben came back earlier that night and came into the kitchen to inspect the knife. The knife itself is still ok, it’s just that the handle bit is like crap now. So Ben purposely screamed out “Wahlaneh!!” and went out to the hall where The Housemate was watching TV. He asked him if he used the knife to hammer something and the fella said yes and apologised. Ben didn’t raise his voice at all, but just started grumbling on and on… “This is my personal item… brought all the way from Singapore… expensive and personal… I’ve had it for so many years…now it’s destroyed…” and about how he didn’t say anything when the fool broke glasses and all cos it’s company property, but this knife was HIS.
After that incident, the tension between Ben and The Housemate was obvious. Ben showed his disapproval when The Housemates friends were over by mumbling stuff like “Ya get out of the way” and “Useless!” if he had to walk past The Housemate’s friend in the apartment. One night we came home really late and found Freeloader sleeping on the couch without his shirt. Ben gave him a pissed off look so Freeloader ran into The Housemate's bedroom to sleep.
Then one evening, Ben said “The Housemate has moved out!” And I thought how could that be when he just asked me that same afternoon if we wanted to apply for an internet connection and cable tv service for the apartment. So Ben n I checked the apartment. His shoes which usually lay astrew near the front door… gone. Most of his stuff from the kitchen… gone.
The next afternoon, The Housemate came back and took a few more of his things and I asked him if he was moving out. And he said he met a friend of his who studied with him in Switzerland, and the guy just arrived in Dubai and is a Management Trainee with Jumeirah too. Since he just moved in to his apartment here at Ewan, The Housemate requested to move in with him too, and it was approved immediately.
Now all this time, Ben had already put in a request to move to a single-bedroom apartment which is his entitlement. After the big “China party”, Ben went to HR again to complain about The Housemate and his noisy gatherings. Then after the knife and other smelly incidents, Ben and the other Sous Chef made a couple more complaints to HR to expedite Ben’s move to a better apartment, or get The Housemate to move out.
So the day The Housemate moved out, he and Freeloader came over to get the last of his stuff, and Ben came back that night saying that HR told him that The Housemate was asked to move out. So I don’t know if he was really asked to move out or if he requested to move in with his friend. Ben said he could hear the usual noisy gathering going on in The Housemate’s new apartment cos it turned out he moved to the unit just diagonally across from us, and I wonder why he didn’t dare tell me that when I asked him where he was moving to. So that night, Ben n I celebrated the fact that the Budak Busuk was out.
That same night at about 3am, I heard a sound in the apartment. Ben was really tired and fell right to sleep, so I didn’t wake him and just said a decade of the Rosary for safety. Then in the morning when Ben’s alarm went off at 7.30, I heard The Housemate’s bedroom door open and his bathroom door close. So I got out of bed and sat on the couch, waiting to see who was gonna come out of the bathroom. Ben woke up and asked what I was doing in the hall, and when I explained what I heard and that someone was in the bathroom, Ben got real mad.
He must have literally scared THE SHIT out of the guy in the bathroom. It was Freeloader who was in the bathroom. Ben hammered on the door really hard and shouted, “Who’s in there?” No answer, so he hammered some more. “Who the @#%* is in there?!!”
A shit-scared Freeloader answered “It’s The Housemate’s friend” and Ben continued, “Come out NOW!! @##$$%^%$!!#!!
Freeloader sounded like he was almost crying, “Wait wait… I in toilet”
“COME OUT NOW! @#*%^KNN#*^%#!! What’s your staff number? Give me your staff number?!! Get the #*^%# out!!!”
“Wait wait…”
Freeloader finally came out of the toilet and Ben demanded for his staff number and the apartment keys, warning him that he was actually “breaking and entering” and Freeloader said he didn’t have the keys cos they were with The Housemate who was sleeping peacefully in his new apartment. So Freeloader ran out saying he’d go get The Housemate. From the hall I could hear Freeloader wailing to The Housemate in Mandarin like really kau-peh really really loudly and it really sounded like he was crying. Of course, The Housemate was too scared to come over and hand the keys to Ben, even though they actually took the same bus to work that morning.
Ben of course went straight to HR to report what happened, and this time it wasn’t just the other Sous Chef with him, but one of the Exec Sous Chefs, who then went straight to the HR Director. The HR Director then got the Accomodation Manager in charge of Ewan Residence to get the keys back from The Housemate by that evening. The manager Habib came by the apartment that afternoon to get a full report of what happened, so I told him, and also showed him the melted spatula and told him about the broken glasses.
We’re guessing The Housemate must have gotten a warning or something cos Ben saw him the other day and he of course wasn’t happy to see Ben. So now we actually have someone living just across from our apartment who hates Ben. We don’t think he’ll dare try anything funny, and Ben’s pretty sure he’s gonna piss off his new flat-mate soon enough too. His new flatmate, although a “friend” of his, isn’t a Chinese national but an African, so with all the regular “Chinese-nationals-unite-and-make-some-noise” get togethers, the flatmate may either request to move out, or if he’s just as immature and irresponsible, he may piss The Housemate off with his own gatherings and stuff.
On the other hand, I guess it must be pretty hard for people to live with chefs, unless they too are chefs and have that same obsessive compulsive standard of cleanliness, hygiene and order. So here’s hoping the next flatmate we have is more mature and responsible, and maybe even from Singapore or Malaysia, cos we now know how the Chinese here live. The Filipinos here are just as noisy cos they make friends with everyone and sing all the time. And the angmohs here think Dubai is just one big night club where you can party and pick up girls all day and night.
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