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says what she feels..
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
The 26th of November, hmm how do I begin to describe it? It's way up there as far as frustrating days go.
First of all, I had no company. And when you have no one for company during a function, time passes by really slowly.
Ok, so I wasn't really alone. Michael was there but it's not the same as hanging around females. What guy in their right mind would discuss how cute the guy at the next table is with a girl? Unless he's... Ahem, never mind.
Anyway, the afternoon function turned out to be just like the song BAD DAY.
There's a line from the song that goes:
Sometimes the system goes on a blink and the whole thing turns out wrong.
In this case, the system is the VIP server and she's goes cuckoo and I'm not kidding.
The whole thing that turns out wrong meaning the order of the dishes was all wrong. That's real bad.
Imagine the fish being served before the duck. The fish ALWAYS comes after the duck/chicken. Any self respecting banquet staff should know that. The whole cock up started from there. I'm not saying that I'll be a better VIP server or anything but when the chefs screw up the order, the captains should be informed right? So the VIP aunty went ahead and served the fish first anyway. I understand her logic of serving the food while it's warm but won't people question if the order of the food is wrong?
Then comes the toasting. This time, the newbies(one of my cousins amongst them) served the food while the whole yum seng is still going on. ~Slaps forehead~ Who the hell is going to eat at that time? Moreover, it is a huge inconvenience squeezing through the chairs cause all of the guests are standing. Tudor Terrace isn't exactly the size of the National Stadium you know. Get this: While they are happily serving the food, the VIP server haven't even brought the food out to be served yet. Isn't it just wonderful?
By the way, I think all the newbies behave like monkeys. Monkey see, monkey do. They move in packs. The running joke amongst us is that if you ever need to find one of them, just look for a crowd of people and chances are, the person will be there. I'm not saying this because I dislike them or anything but they need to stop treating the place like SDU. There is a time and place for everything, just not socializing 80% of the time damnit. I really hate it when they block my way. Not intentionally of course, I'll rip them into a new one. They are so busy talking and socializing that they are forgetting some people are actually trying to work and is mighty pissed that they aren't.
Back to the prawn thing, Michael and I saw that they were doing it wrong and told Jessica but we were the ones being scolded. WTH? In the end, Michael was quite pissed. Come on, the whole thing wasn't even our fault in the first place. There's nothing we could do if the plate of food is already on the table and being served.
Understadably, everyone was in a bad mood after the function. I just wanted to sit down and relax. But no, Jessica told me that the other of my cousins disappeared during the entire function.
I almost had a heart attack.
It turned out that he was there, but no one knew who he was and so assumed that he had gone MIA. See the nonsense that I have to deal with?
KNN. I'm still too young to die leh.
Chinese Wedding Dinner at night:
I'm the VIP server. What have I done to deserve this?
All the other VIP servers aren't working.
Too damn stressed to care.
Too damn slow for my manager's liking. Hey, you were the one who wanted me as VIP server when there are plenty others to... Ok, you had no other options. Doesn't mean you can;t train someone else as VIP server for situations just like this.
Screwed up the red wine meant for the VIP table. Served them the normal red wine instead. Shit.
Everybody else was very happy because of 2 things:
ONE: I'm a very slow VIP server. Everyone else just have to follow my speed.
TWO: When I'm the VIP server, I seldom yell at people. I don't have the time to. In fact, I do it too many times a day to count on your fingers and toes. They love it when I can't yell at them. Especially Nono.
You know what the worst thing was? There were no hot guys working.
Absence of hot guys = Bad moodLabels: GWP
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| :: What constitutes harassment?
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There should be a law against people who harass you over a stupid survey.
It's time for the Annual Let's Piss The Poly Graduates Off Survey conducted by some anonymous company. Some of us are actually glad to be rid of poly life and do not wish to be reminded of unhappy incidents that took place during those horrendous 3 years.
As you can tell, I was overjoyed to get out of poly. Too many unhappy memories and time wasted that I can never get bac ever again. I mean, I liked the first 2 years just fine but my 3rd year was just a huge fucking nightmare.
But I disgress.
Forcing poly graduates to complete a pointless survey is a waste of time. What does the survey achieve? Just some statistics that means nothing to anyone once the next batch of poly students graduate.
Does it help us get jobs? Definitely not.
Does it help us forget all the unhappy times we had there? Not only is the answer a big fat NO, it made me remember how I wasted the whole of my 3rd year.
KNNBCCB
One hour ago, I was totally ignorant of the fact that I even went to poly. Blissful ignorance does not last long.
The questions they ask aren't even relevant.
Does it even matter what I learnt from poly that benefits my working life now? I learnt all that when I was 17. Way before any Communications for Work class.
Whatever...
Left over from Michael's birthday:
At Phin's Steakhouse around 2am. The birthday boy couldn't decide where to eat. I didn't know men could be so fickle. Was too tired to care which explains why I look hideous in those photos. I don't understand why the other two still looked so radiant though, after all, we gone through hell.Labels: outings
Friday, November 18, 2005
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| :: Hello and Goodbye
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I've changed my phone!
Lately, M1's got a series of promotions to create awareness for road courtesy (or something like that), how road courtesy and hadnphones can be connected to each other is beyond me.
The old and the new:
Anyway, the phone's a steal at only $168 bucks, of course, you'll have to sign a 2 year contract. But considering the phone is relatively new in the market, I think it's worth it. Plus, it's white! I love white, the color's so pure and clean.
White is the new black.
But I can't figure out how the lock the keypad! I keep pressing the buttons by mistake and calling people in my phonebook, which is Ace since he's the first person on it. So damn paiseh, like I don't know how to operate my own phone. I ended up calling him like 4 times within 1 hour. Haiz.
And because of the keypad locking thing, I keep taking weird pictures cause the button's at the side of the phone and very trigger friendly. I didn't realise it until I took it out of my bag and the whole thing just went off. Like a camera taking a picture, only amplified a few hundred times. Scared me out of my wits when I was walking along the dark corridor to get home. KNN.
One very bad thing I must comment about is the location and layout of the M1 shop I went to get the phone. They moved to the 3rd floor (i think) and now occupies a very narrow space. Because of the promotion thing, there's a lot of people queuing up resulting in the back of the queue spilling out onto the common walkway obstructing the mall traffic. Maybe it's just me but I really don't like queuing outside a shop, because I'm a high class person (ahem) and don't want to be seen queuing up like a commoner. Just kidding. Seriously, I hate obstructing any traffic flow, just like I hate it when others obstruct mine (Like the peak hours at the North East Line, but that's another story). You'll keep blocking and bumping into people. That's a prime environment for pickpockets you know. You can say that Singapore's so safe yada yada but I rather not take my chances. I rather be paranoid than sorry. I prefer it better when they were at the basement where the place is larger and you don't have to jostle with other people for elbow space when viewing the handphones.
The good thing is the M1 guy who served me was quite cute. He reminded me of someone but I can't quite place his face. Maybe someone I went to school with once? But he must learn to be more outgoing lar, so stiff and does not know much about the handphones he's selling. When I asked him how to remove the cover, he can't even get it off completely. Not that I cared lar, I'm just flirting with him. Hey, I queued up a long time to buy my handphone, what's a few more minutes to me? Anyway, the other cover they gave me was yellow. Ew. It's the color of piss. You'll have to kill me to make me use it.
Oh yah, anyone who can help me figure out how to lock this phone of mine will be greatly appreciated.
Monday, November 14, 2005
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| :: Post of many neoprints
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I've been very busy and productive lately. In fact, I've never had a proper rest day since 2 weeks ago. But it's good since I'm now relatively rich and too darn busy to bemoan the fact that I'm still single.
Recap the weekend before the last:
Brought another of my cousins to GWP to work. ~Sigh~ I really should be earning commission for doing all this. Not only am I responsible for making sure they don't screw up too badly, I'm also destroying my own credibility. Lately, I've been appointed a trainer of sorts to all the new people. I don't mind teaching them but how much can they really absorb in half an hour? There's a lot of stuff to remember. It took me like a dozen functions to get the hang of it. And I can't just omit anything just because I feel that they can't understand. Jessica will slaughter me alive. Anyway, I'm anal about passing on all the gory details of what exactly they have to do during a CWD.
Back to the part about my cousin: Due to the shortage of experienced staff, and the fact that there are 2 CWDs going on that day, I was paired with him. That night was one of the more xiong functions I ever did lor. The ratio of newbies to the more experienced was like 1:1. Damn jialat. And we can't help each other out because it was like we all got our own newbie partners to take care of. I considered myself lucky because my tables were right next to the bar and side station. Otherwise, I would have died doing all the work. Then we have to do all the clearing because none of the newbies are capable of doing anything fast enough. Might as well do it ourselves. In the end, we are all too tired to celebrate Michael's birthday properly. Too bad, Xiao Hui wasn't tired enough to refrain from taking a lot of photos of the poor birthday boy. He's becoming her favourite model. Haha.
Last Saturday's function was a lot better because none of those 2 were with me. Instead, they went to the poolside to do the buffet dinner. KNN. I'm always stuck with the CWDs, nothing good like buffets ever comes my way. But still, I didn't have to keep one eye on them so it's still good. Sunday was the best: all the staff were old birds and it was a buffet so I ate snake to my heart's content. Haha, never done that in a long time. I feel like I deserved it.
Ate dinner with Yikai, Michael and Xiao Hui. I swear, I'm never going to eat with them again. It takes them 6 bloody hours to decide where to go for dinner. And because Xiao Hui is such a big fan of Neoprint machines, it is mandatory to take a set of them everytime we go out. Those Pretty in Tokyo people must be laughing all the way to the bank. Nowadays, those machines allow you to take 21 shots! I thought they only allowed a max of 4 shots or something. That goes to show that I'm really behind the neoprint taking times. My God, they even allow you to change backgrounds and add all sorts of funny stuff to the photos. Geez.
Here we go:
We are all in a festive mood and yes, some of us aren't looking at the camera directly. I still live in a time where you take neoprints by looking at the screen.
They all look like pigs while I just look plain weird.
It's a bird,
It's a plane,
It's superman!
This would have been a perfect picture if someone looked in the correct direction.
Act cute.
I can't believe I did this.
Some more random pics:
I swear, we can't take a perfect picture together. Stupid Michael.
I'm pretty, oh so pretty. I'm pretty and witty and gay!
Bunch of Bengs and Lians sitting by the roadside.
Someone's not happy...
The winner goes to:
Something tells me the guys are not sound in the mind.Labels: GWP, outings, photoblog
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