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Saturday, June 16, 2007


It feels so good to have a job at last.
Now I am a productive working person with a salary of like 60 a day.
I'm working in a restaurant/bistro/club
[where every single waiter/waitress/bartender/manager/supervisor/cleaner/chef you name it smokes]
that operates 17 hours a day and the hours suck so bad.

My new haircut[see previous post] has brought me some joy.
I don't know why exactly I get a high when people ask me if I'm Japanese
[Watashi wa Singaporean la]
and a corresponding low when they ask me if I'm from China.
Yeah sure my greatgrandparents are from China but I'm a true blue Singaporean Chinese.
It must be my Chinese accent as its my habit to try not to speak Singlish Chinese/ Singnese[?!].

Yesterday was my fourth day and by far the most hectic day in my working life.
My hands were shaking and my vision blurred as 6-10 orders for drinks were placed each time I walk a 10 meter distance.
The thing is sometimes I don't know what the customers are talking about when they say things like GreyGoose and Sandleford.
?!?!

They have to repeat the orders about ten times with the crazy music going on.
After ordering the drinks I have to wait for the bartenders(malay boys who are so cute) to make the drinks and by then I've about clean forgotten what the ang mohs look like.
Whats worse they're all standing around and sometimes the bastards run away after ordering leaving me with an unpaid bill.
I don't blame them, not really, as the process from ordering to delivering sometimes takes more than half an hour.

Whats great about ang mohs is that twice I turned away after taking an order they go,
"Their service SUCKS!"
Even if they claimed that the service sucks they'll still give me tips of $5.
So generous of them!
And you know the tips they give is not from the change for the drinks, its from their wallet!
$5 from the wallet especially for me, the waitress who's service sucks!
The chinese people always tip 10cents or 20cents.
Talking about money, there's so much of it on the floor!!
Sweeping half the club found me a total of $5 worth of coins.
Everything goes into the tip box though.

Even though my schedule is quite screwed up [I work from 6pm-3am] I know that I've learnt many things I can never working in the comfortable admin job.
Now I know the difference of smell between a vodka and whiskey and what martinis and lamborginis look like and how to interact with customers etc etc.

The customers..
Sigh..
They make me disappointed with men I mean, middleaged uncles.
I think they're quite shameless as they don't stop hitting on me even after they know I'm only 19.
I'm still a child [in my eyes].
haha.

Some of them want to take pictures with me with dirty plates and glasses and they all put their arms around me; some give me their name cards to call them when I'm free; some offered to buy me a drink and bring me out after work.
I feel seriously scandalised.
It sounds so much like the system of how bargirls work.
Bring me out?
Hello I'm a waitress you can't just buy me drinks and 'bring me out'.
Don't play play.
I'm just thankful that they don't touch me anyhow.

Its quite sian to see people dancing and drinking while I have to resist dancing to take orders.
I hope today will be better.
Does anyone want to work with me there?
You'll learn more things than being a server at the 'hipper' clubs as the managers and supervisors here are very keen on teaching us about drinks and food.

Yikes Nursing Scholarship interview is on Monday!
Good luck to me.

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