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Monday, July 02, 2007


I'm fucking sleepy now.
Oops pardon me for that, everyone at work is telling me how to say 'fuck' besides offering me cigarettes every now and then.

The worst thing that can happen did today; I cried at work.
What a loser right, I didn't mean to do that cus it will seem like I'm weak but when the manager started talking to me I lost it.

What happened was, I keyed in the octopus salad instead of oyster salad in the system, that I admit was my mistake because they changed the menu, and subsequently when my colleague keyed in Fisherman's Basket somehow the order didn't appear in the kitchen.
The customers were pissed as they claimed that their poor fat son didn't get to eat anything so they wanted to cancel the order of the last two items.

I'm telling you that cancelling the item is the most fucked up thing you can do to the servers.
The kitchen crew will fuck you, the managers will fuck you and you might need to pay for the outstanding bill.
When the customers paid the bill I don't know what they said to the manager to piss him off, he turned around and told me,
'You fucked everything up. I want to speak to you later and you better be prepared.'

I was damn sad cus I felt like I screwed up you know it doesn't feel too good to disappoint people.
Then I explained to him that the one thing I did wrong was to key in the octopus salad wrongly and I remedied that by getting them the oysters quickly.
The fisherman's basket wasn't ordered by me but he thought otherwise cus I was 'in charge' of that table.

Later on when I was doing something else he came and talked to me I think he apologised for speaking to me like that and from then on I couldn't stop tearing.

The one person who cheered me up was Eusoff he is soooo nice.
He's new la and when I said 'don't know if I need to pay or not' looking really downcast, he went 'if they want you to pay, ask them to fuck off.'
I felt tons better after that.
Tons is like an understatement, before I wanted to quit this job,
after that I wanted to get guests to buy me drinks and I'll pretend to be drunk and shout 'fuck you all' at the managers.

Just now when I had supper with this barmaid, she's 19 and has 4 years of working experience already, she told me so many things.
I know that I cannot be too nice, they're all pushing things for me to do when they're perfectly capable to doing it.
I mean, I'm only one person, A tells me to mop the floor, B asks me to clean the tables, C asks me what the fuck I'm doing.
The right response is 'Fuck you I'm busy now'.

And I'm always like, 'sorry ar my fault.'
Tiff, the barmaid, told me that I cannot say sorry all the time.
Sorry means I'm an easy prey to bully.
Customers fucked up and run away without paying, not my fault, so don't say sorry, just explain and be firm.
Some of the managers make the outstanding bill thing look like such a big deal and make me feel so screwed up.
The thing is, everyone screws up and if you have outstanding bill, BIG HAIRY DEAL, everyone makes mistakes, I'm just extremely apologetic and it makes them want to scold me.
Next time, its 'fuck you what you want?' before 'sorry'.

I believe that my careless meter is lowering every day and I really need to chill when I work.
Besides, I'm new, what the fuck you expect?

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