Once upon a time..

I feel like posting every s i n g l e detail of today that I can possibly recall when no one is disturbing me yet. But then again, having myself to read a prolix post is already very tedious. Nonetheless, I am going to attempt on doing so.

Let's just skip the whole process of me waking up and preparing myself for work and my journey to Fish & Co, because, it's a bore!
Just to highlight something. I was on bus 21 and a Malay lady in her mid-forties who sat right in front of me left me a pleasant impression of herself. As it suggests, she was dressed in her traditional costume with tudong and all, sitting upright with her posture like a wealthy madame. She placed her hands together, positioning it on her thighs. Despite chewing something in her mouth, I still felt that she had a good upbringing.

Anyway, I would have lots to blabber about since I was working just now.

So, lunch at Fish & Co. was great, though I hadn't had much.
(I ate at home before I left for work.) Sounds so Lyn, haha.
Aunty Florence, Aunty Julie, Betty, Khai and I were at the table eating, and at times, when comical stuff happens, you just have to be ignorant and swallow your laughter down with your food.

I went to work early, but I started out ten minutes late. I thought my deployment would remain unchanged-station A/ runner, so I took my time for granted. But no, I was the station master for B, naturally being a greeter as well. Not that I dread it, but I am never good at doing greeter, so I was uptight. My start would never sail smoothly. My first customers were a group of fifteen people. I panicked, as usual.

I wondered if we earned much from this huge group. I remembered vaguely that they ordered a Shellfish Platter(Grilled), several Seafood Platters for 1 and 2, two Big Fish Drinks and all of the US cakes, with the exception of Dulce De Leche. I am weak in Math.

I was clumsy today, and I'm never a fan of it. I dropped the wooden block while wiping it, and I toppled a cup with cutleries over, but thankfully, it was at the scullery area when this happened.
Jean: Oops, sorry!
Charie: You know uh, my heart also went like that.

Anyway, I came across several types of customers today that got my attention more than other guests. I have seen many kinds of guests before, but this will be my first time bringing it up over here. Nothing negative to mention, though.
All right, so there was this Malay couple who came in, and I must say, they are pretty young, being parents at their age, especially with a toddler in a pram and a foetus in the mum's womb. It was such a sweet family. This little girl, whose name I have forgotten, has really beautiful features which resembles her mum better. It was definitely my pleasure to serve them because they were patient with me and stuff.
I would rate them 7/10 on my guests-o-meter.

Another table of people that caught my attention was a family of three.
My guess: they aren't local.
They conversed among themselves in some language that I couldn't make out.
1. They were mumbling.
2. They spoke too fast.
3. I am only a bilingual.
It may have been a little difficult interacting with them due to language barrier, but they are one of the most courteous, affable guests I have served. They thanked me after almost every thing I placed on their table. I felt awkward, though. Nevertheless, they were pleasant to serve.
I would rate them 8/10 on my guests-o-meter.

I think at least three guests dined in alone. They were also nice to serve, really.

Generally, these groups of people are nicer to serve than office staffs. Guess why?
Go figure.

Since I was the greeter, I brought Shikin and her boyfriend in. Charie was so curious to know what his name was. Dzulfadhli, by the way. I know because I processed the bill, so shhh..
Of course it was easy to serve her too, haha.

This is pathetic, but I picked up my first call today. I know how it goes, but I never muster my courage to get the phone, until today. So right after May Ann and Charie went through the procedure with me, the phone rang.
Of course I panicked.
But they urged me to pick up the phone. So I did.
The standard phrase.
Jean: Hi, good afternoon. Thank you for calling Fish & Co. at Tampines Mall. I'm Jean. How may I assist you?
Phhheeeeewwwww!
Then I heard a familiar voice at the opposite side of the line. Clueless on who.
Unknown: Hi. This is Jean, right? I'm Ton. I'm looking for Charie.
Jean: Oh! Hey, Ton.
Unknown: Yeah, is Charie there?
Jean: Charie? Please hold on.
I messed things up, but thankfully, I know the caller. He's Ton from T2.
So my virgin pick-up-the-phone-within-3-rings was dedicated to Ton and not some furious guest demanding for the manager.

I have no idea why, but towards the end of my shift, we began stamping each other with the inked stamps. I think I was getting restless, so I took the biggest stamp and inked it on Betty's arm. May Ann joined in by writing on Betty's arm. Then I went over to Nadz and stamped his hand too. So I thought everything was over.
But no.
Nadz stamped a red 'verified' on me and a red 'checked' on May Ann. I stamped a 'checked' on Ash too. Childish people over here.

I'm so hungrrryyyyy now!

After I knocked off, I waited at the staff lounge for Lyn to come. Lynette and Farhan came down too. So I was reading Hot, then Ash and Farhan read it too. You know, with all the hot babes in this edition. Nadz read it too. When Lyn came, she kept grumbling about her not reading the magazine first. There were so much laughter and all. They finally realised how girls are like when they are bitching about celebrities and all. Haha.

At this point of time, I'm the only lonely soul left drifting here. I have a bad feeling about tomorrow, so please prove me wrong.
Work your charm, whore.

Pray hard!
Goodnight, lovely beings(:
Sweetest dreams.