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says what she feels..
Monday, September 26, 2005
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| :: The worst possible morning
:: | | 5:58 AM |
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I just had the worst possible morning ever.
I’m sick again. I’ve fallen sick just about every other week. ~Hai~ Would love to take MC but it would be unpaid leave so why bother?
I’m about to give up on N. It’s easy to see that we have no future together. Bah, He’s better off with Elena since he lurves her so much. Can’t stand the girl myself. How can a guy like a girl who’s so stuck up? It’s as if nothing exists in her world except for guys and herself. Some weekend ago, she refused to hold a decent conversation with any of the girls except you guessed it, guys. Kaoz. It wouldn’t kill her to give anything other than monosyllabic answers to people’s questions right? I understand if she doesn’t really know anyone after being away for so long. But can’t she see that people are trying to include her? I also don’t understand how guys are so mesmerized with her. She’s got no boobs, no hips, no flesh and bones protruding everywhere. She’s 42kg and wants to lose more weight. I think she’s not right in the mind. Please, weight loss is for people like me who weight a bag of rice more than her. A good gust of wind and blow her away me thinks. And she looks like a witch to boot. I’m not trying to be mean but that’s the way she looks. I’m amazed by how she managed to lose so much weight and still be able to do banqueting.
Did I mention how scary it is to be chased by girls? So gross. Bloody barmaid in GWP has been hounding me and Jasmine non-stop since about a month ago. I could never understand how people can feel attracted to others of the same gender. It’s so against nature. I can tolerate it but please don’t let it happen to me. Imagine being chased by guys at the same time. Which brings me to Willie; he’s too bloody old for me. I’m not being materialistic but a girl’s gotta look for someone that can provide for her instead of one who job hops. He’s also immature, even more so than guys my age and holds grudges like nobody’s business. Next time, please keep this sort of things to yourself. Some things are not meant to be broadcast to other people and don’t fucking give my no. to anyone. Although in hindsight, it may be the best thing he’s has done for me.
There’s a lot of politics involved in being a VIP server. When you are one, people gossip about you behind your back saying all sorts of stuff like how you kissed ass all the way to that position, which I didn’t, maybe not intentionally anyway. I’m friendly with all the captains and managers because of my *ahem* award winning personality, not because I want to be the VIP server. Don’t they understand how stressful it is? Unlike the regular servers, you cannot just *disappear* as and when you like cause you have no partner to cover for you. And you have to be standing by the side all the freakin’ time. I prefer to spend my time talking to someone other than the guests all the time. Unless of course there are cute guys sitting at my table, which is as likely as me learning how to be a lady. It’s sad that even though I’m doing this on a part time basis and only on the weekends, I’m still involved in this sort of meaningless backstabbing. Can't people tell that I'll be more than happy to give up my place so I can go to the toilet anytime I want and not have stand alone in the ballroom during toasting when others can sit and chitchat at the back?Labels: GWP
Monday, September 19, 2005
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| :: My breaking point
:: | | 5:59 AM |
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I have been on my feet for the past week. Didn't really want to work this much but since Jessica begged nicely, I went ahead anyway. That's not counting the incentives of going back to work off course. There's the captains, N, the staff, N and the pay. Did I mention N will be there? Anyway, I wouldn't say no to the extra cash even though I don't really need it.
Obviously, I was VIP server again, no thanks to my luck. The bloody chefs are so damn full of attitude lor, keep telling me to serve the dishes faster and not stall. Hello, people need time to eat and digest the food lor. They are paying good money to enjoy themselves, not keep to your damned schedule. If you think that the guests are holding you back, what about the service staff? We have to stay even later then you and not only that, stay back if we are running behind time. If we're not complaining, why should you? KNN. Just because you're some big hotshot chef doesn't mesan you can boss the VIP servers around ok? And tearing me a new one just because I didn't inform you specifically that I added 1 pax and needed one more serving. Tell me what I'm supposed to do, wait for you to appear? What if I can't find you, am I supposed to tell the guest that I can't serve him food because I couldn't find and thus inform the head chef to prepare the extra food? KNNBCCB. Shatec so what? It's obvious that they don't teach students to have common sense. There are so many chefs there, does it even matter which chef I informed as long as one of them heard me and was preparing the food already?
It's just one of the incidents that marred what would be a perfect day spent with N. It seems that GWP has been invaded by hordes of new people. Not that I'm worried. It means that I actually get to rest on weekends like I'm supposed to. I can understand if they are a bit lost for the first couple of days. The problem is, not only that, they actually hinder the rest of the banquet staff. Would you stand in the way of the VIP server carrying a full tray of drinks who is already pissed and runing behind time? The bloody people wouldn't siam after I asked them to, nicely I might add. So I resorted to shouting and they look mortally offended. @#$%^&* Would you stand in the way of a raging bull? They also put you behind time like serving s-l-o-w-l-y so that the VIP would slow down accordingly to accomodate them eating into the turnover time thus cutting short the time I actually get to talk to N, which is unacceptable. For God's sake, they even threw the napkins and towels at each other after work. What do think this is, playtime? Please don't come back if that's your attitude towards working. There's a time for everything.
One incident actually made the made the day worthwhile. Seeing the look on the bitch's face when she saw N talking to his 'old flame'. Pretty entertaining. Who are you trying to fool by telling me you're not interested in him anymore? Please, stop fuming and concentrate on your own function instead of mine. And I'm bloody well entitled to give away free boxes of mooncake to whomever I want. Just because I didn't give one box to you doesn't mean that I'm mean. It just signifies how much I loathe you. I will give them to Jasmine because she didn't tell bloody untruths and God knows what other lies about me to N. Yes, I have eyes to see and ears to hear what has been going on. Outnumbering and bullying her 5 to 1 is low, even for you. Really bad lor, picking on her like that when all she does is to tell the truth. You really are a pig. And one more thing, there's no need to announce to the world that I'm mean just because I didn't give you one miserable box of mooncakes. They gave them out for free in the end right? From what I know, you took home more than anyone else. You and Bart Simpson would make a perfect pair. Both tan xiao bian yi and petty.
I have more to blog on how mean I am to some people during the weekends but that's for another day. Maybe when I'm not so tired and close to exhaustion.Labels: GWP
Sunday, September 11, 2005
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| :: I'm so screwed
:: | | 6:19 AM |
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I don't understand this fixation with me being the VIP server. I don't provide exceptional service, not even close. Hmm, Jessica says it's my strength. Err, clue me in please? Going to work yesterday was a waste of time. No cute guys nothing. Maybe there were, but since I'm stuck serving the bridal table I don't exactly have the time to explore the back of the ballroom right? All the cute guys usually sit at the back. ~ Sigh~
The worse part was I had spent the time stuck to the B.I.T.C.H, since the both of us were the youngest there not counting a very 'dao' girl who didn't talk to anyone all night and a front desk staff who can always be counted on to disappear when you need her. Anyway, the bazhang says she's given up on N. Yeah, given up my foot. And pigs will fly. Maybe she's telling the truth (or not) I don't really give a damn. As long as she doesn't piss me off anymore, I will consider not saying anything bad about her.
I did tell her about the horrible sort of date I went on with Willie. Willie's this guy I know at work who's already 30. I don't know why he doesn't hold a full time job and never asked. We get along well enough even though I can't stand the crap that comes out of his mouth sometimes. He's the clingy guy that I will never go out with. I didn't know why I agreed to go out with him in the first place. First of all, he's kind of creepy. We agreed to meet at City Hall but I was late. When I reached the place I couldn't see him so I sort of walked around to pass the time. When I called him to check where he was, he said that he's already there and sitting at some corner observing me. That scared the shit out of me. I hate guys who do that. The last guy who did that is no longer in contact with me. Seriously, I need my space and loathe guys (or girls for that matter) who are clingy whether or not they are my BFs. Secondly, he sprouts crap every other sentence and criticizes everyone other than himself. That day alone, he dissed basically everyone at GWP even me. I'm too tired to listen to him much. He repeats himself all the time. Lastly, he talks too much. I've never met anyone who talks as much as him, ok maybe except for York who loves to talk about himself (too much, then again he's kind of cute looking) and the Stalker back when he loved to preach his philosophical bullshit.
Why do I attract this kind of guys? Seriously, I get all these creepy and clingy types. I must have the potential to be the best girlfriend ever, cause I don't need my BF to report to me daily. I want to be free to look/drool at other guys, free to go out anytime with anyone I want.
I sound like a loose woman.Labels: GWP
Thursday, September 08, 2005
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| :: Bart Simpson
:: | | 6:02 AM |
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Hate that stupid Bart Simpson. For the uninitiated, he's my colleague. Shall call him BS for short. It's a very suitable name for him cause he's full of shit and that's what he is. He also bears an uncanny resemblance to said cartoon character only not yellow and taller.
I can't even find the words to begin to describe him. He's full of shit, kisses ass and most of all, tan xiao pian yi. I don't care if he kisses the bosses' asses. It annoys me only because he's not subtle when doing so and basically lets the whole know he's doing it. You can kiss all the ass you want but please be quiet. Other people are actually trying to get some real work done you know.
You know what disgusts me most? That he lives for all those free lunches. I understand that when you are starting out, you're broke and all but there's a subtle way to do it. No need to jump at every opportunity to gorge yourself silly. His action more than disgusts me. He has gone too far even by the standards of so-called ugly Singaporeans. Everytime there's a free lunch, he will be there. He even has the balls to complain that he has not ate enough. WTF? I like to have free lunches too but I will not purposely gorge myself just to take advantage. And he still remains skinny as ever. That's what infuriates me the most. He eats so much and gains virtually no weight at all whilst I've gained enough weight to make an Eithopian orphan proud. Urgh! What a waste of food!
As if it's not enough that he pisses me off so much, he likes to flirt with the accounts people. Very loudly. It's so distracting that I have now taken to blasting my Ipod whenever she comes over. That results in me not responding when someone calls my name. And BS has the gall to chide me for doing whatever I can to keep myself sane. Excuse me, I wouldn't be listening to anything in the first place if you had been acting professionally. Honestly speaking, the girl is freaking fugly, I don't know how in the world he can bring himself to say those vomit-inducing words to her. Not only am I already wallowing in my misery of being single, I have to deal with 2 people daily who possess questionable looks flirting with each other. God, get a room already. Some of us are trying to work productively you know.
The most disgusting thing of all happened today. Its the Mid-Autumn festival and there will be all these people giving us mooncakes. It will be all they will do when they make sales calls anyway. So this girl whom I got along very well with came by today without bearing any mooncake. He being the cheapskate guy that he's born to be, regarded the hour that I spent chatting with her as valuable time wasted cause she didn't bring anything for him! Asshole. You are a pathetic excuse for a human being, just because you don't possess any social skills besides hitting on fugly girls doesn't mean that I have to be the same. For the record, I don't make friends or be friendly with people just becase they have something to offer me in material terms. Next ime I get mooncakes, I am giving you the worse tasting box of them all. It will be a no name brand and worse of all, taste mouldy. Bloody kiss-ass. Pui! I hate this sort of people.
I hope he will just get it on with his fugly princess happily ever after somewhere far away from me and then he can make all the cooing noises he wants.
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