| The willingness to sacrifice everything. |
[Mar. 2nd, 2010|02:03 am] |
Whether you prevail or fail, endure or die,
Depends more on what you do yourself than on what the world does to you.
Hey-yoh, kiddos!
I'm back, but with a twist.
I can't use the computer anymore after this post.
Mainly because, I have alot of committments I have to entertain.
Oh man, sad case right?
And recently, my computer died.
So I'm using my sis' computer to do my stuff.
& the SP's application thingamot is so freaking mafan. -.-
Have to do this and that and this and that.
Damnit.
It's just basically, entry requirements to the school.
But they have to make it so damn complicated and complex.
Ahhhhh, elitist country, elitist education system, elitist people.
Psshh.
Anyway, have been busying myself with work.
Yes, you heard me right.
Work.
And my post here, is to talk about my workplace, office politics and stuff like that.
Oh yeah, and to date, I think I earned quite alot of money from that place.
Around, $4 million SGD.
No kidding.
I worked as a waiter.
At this restaurant, called Peony Jade.
Clarke Quay.
A quaint little restaurant, with quite a nice ambience, very nice prices on the menu too and quite out of place for me.
Had tons of fun working there, made a number of friends, and basically, enjoyed lah.
Most of the time, was spent doing arms and back breaking work, like serving dishes, carrying stacks of plates, so on and so forth.
So anyway, I met a couple of really awesome people there.
And what made me really, recognise them, was the way they carried themselves.
I was quite an anti-social creature there.
I worked alone there, only once.
Because I didn't like new environments, and I didn't like being away from people I know.
And, I'm not a really, friendly person.
I hate self-introductions, and don't like anything to do with strangers.
But, work is work.
And it's there, that I learnt tons of new stuff.
Yeah.
And, there's this one particular person, I seriously dislike.
He's the manager of the restaurant, and a real slacker.
There's a total of two managers, and this dude, is a real fuck-tard.
Not only does he bootlick, he also has two faces.
One is, infront of the boss and another is behind him.
Fucking moron, if I had the money, and the rank, I would fucking blast him to the ends of the world.
Mother fucker malaysian-chinese asshole.
Go back to your country, you cow.
Fucking non-halal piece of shit.
He's like a fucking snake, so fucking vile and disgusting and everything.
Sorry for the vulgarities, but it has been on me for so damn long, tolerating him and such.
He takes freaking 5 mins smoking breaks every 15 minutes, and I think alot of people don't like him in the company.
And when we're late, he'll fucking scold us and stuff.
I mean, give me a fucking MALAYSIAN car and I'll get to work on time, asshole.
Oh yeah, and did I tell you, his body, up down left right, covered in budget stuff.
Anyway, not like I want to be late, but fuck me senseless, I'm tired and I get on my bed around 2am everyday.
And I have to wake up at 830, to ensure that I'm not late.
So when I do come in late, at least say don't be late next time, or just shut the fuck up.
And he never once, does the setting with us.
Not even once.
The other manager also gets damn pissed with him everytime.
Then there's this other lady, which I'm quite friendly with, I think she's his fiancee or girlfriend.
And the other manager commented once, without this lady, I think he can't do his work.
The lady works in the pantry, hollering for the chef to whip up which tables dishes.
And this manager sits at the cashier most of the time, but ends up running into the fucking kitchen to just talk to the lady.
I mean, cmon.
I also have a girlfriend.
You can do it after work, cunt.
And the best part is, he drives her to and fro from work.
Ain't that enough "cuddling and meeting up" time? -.-
Holy shit, all these typing about him is getting me fired and mad.
Lmfao.
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, let's carry on.
Anyway, recieved one angpao from one of the guests.
And it's $10.
But the table, it's in the VIP room btw and there's actually two tables, got really worked up due to the immense alcohol they ordered.
And at the end, their total bill amounted to around $3200.
Two tables, $788 each, added together plus GST and service charge, will come to around $1600.
And they bought wines and lager, so the total gets to $3200.
Freaking crazy, I know.
But, rich people eat cold hard cash without using their brains.
And some of them got so whipped out due to the alcohol, they go crazy.
They can be ordering heineken one moment, and the next, they want warm water.
But working at that place, in that environment, helps me open up my eyes, and see what's fine dining all about.
And people can be really, selfless in a way, that they will rush to pay the bill, regardless of the price.
And over dinner, is where people can really bond.
I see family members drinking and toasting to one another, and really being very happy, eating jovially.
It makes me feel, so warm and fuzzy inside, because I haven't been eating with my family, for almost 3 weeks now.
And I haven't been seeing my friends for so damn long already.
I think I have been neglecting my life, for as long as when my job came and arrived.
Ahhhh, sucks to be earning money.
Oh man, I'm getting so tired already.
It's 2am right now.
O'well, I'll be getting off the computer and going to sleep.
And Imma end it with a quote, like before.
Experience isn't handed on a silver platter.
You have to earn it, by going the hard way.
So anyway, tata, goodnights, sleep tight, whatever you want me to say.
BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~
ends workingisstressful.stupidmanager
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