i have been soooo lazy to blog.
didn't wanted to either now. but i don't exactly feel like sleeping.
i think about many things ( many things that i can pen them down here ) before i sleep, on the train, random time. but when i'm here at the com, nothing seems to be on my mind anymore.
seriously. i know i have many things to write about. but i just cant remember what.
ok. i shall start with my job.
it is fun. i enjoy friendly old ang moh couple that say thank you/lovely, and smile at me like i'm their grandchildren whenever i refill their glasses of water.
call me materialistic, but i would have liked my job much much more if the pay was higher, and i was needed a little bit more. cos working 2 days a week isn't any difference to working at all with such a pay and working hours.
so far, customers have been nice to me. thats great to hear aint it? thats becos i'm nice. haha.
but i just cant stand some whom which when u say thank you to them at the exit, they just TOTALLY ignore u. have the courtesy to at least fake a smile.
and i'm getting used to standing up to 6h with like 10-15min of sitdown break, depending on how fast i eat. haha. do u think the fats at my ass will in time ride down to my feet? haha.
i don't take toilet breaks unneccesarily, i dont take my own sweet time to eat, is this the sign of a future workaholic? i guess it appears this way becos the job is not boring [ only when there are few to no customers ]. or in other words, i don't have frens to slack with. i mean, the other workers means of slacking is smoking, and dats a definite no no for me. oh wells.
and recently, they came up with a new quota thingy. JUST GREAT. i dun like my job anymore becos i DO NOT LIKE being a promoter. wads wrong with just being a waitress?
yea yea i would have a secret desire to hit the maximum quota so the boss would like me and everybody else would hate me. how's that for a starter?
wad for? i hate it. i hate the quota thing. i was SO upset when the supervisor came and told me that if i do not sell 3 pastas, i cant go home. like wth. she told me at my clock out time, and kerrin was waiting for me with her grandma. i wouldn't mind staying back if i was free, but i wasn't. AND 1st, i would have gotten 3 pastas if i wasn't asked by the boss to do odd jobs changing 5cents at any possible store that would help me/if i was clearing the table. and what did she say? u have to work fast. thats e way. no. thats NOT the way. if i really want to hit the target, i would CAMP at the table with the menu, and ignore any other customers. its not to work fast. its to compromise serving the customers with hitting the quota.
i mean also, if u want the quota thing, it shouldn't be individuls competing against one another. it should be a team job. this will just separate us and piss us off. well, many were and they're all gone. quit.
i'm staying till my results are out, and after sorting out things and settling down.
i know thats life in the working world. i've seen it when working for newsweek. trust me. it was really funny the way newsweek and time magazine fight. like kids. bad mouthing whenever they could but wouldn't admit they are doing it and accuse the other party of doing it. its just so clear how we see the adult world when we just step into it. i really do not want to grow up and be like them. btw. stupid newsweek guy did not pay me my supposedly $70 i've earned. IDIOT. but we walked out on them first. so we didn't dare asked for the money. but still, we did our job on the days we were dere ok.
anyway. haha. i'm boring myself to sleep. good night.
