Medieval knights and castles.

Pardon me. Many a time, my title has completely no association with the contents of my post. It's like North and South pole that extreme, but who cares. After all, I managed to go to bed before two last night. Beat that, fellows.

It just stroke midnight and I'm just waiting for something to happen miraculously. Eager, yes. Desperate, no. It is purely anticipation.

Meanwhile..


06 February 2009, Friday:

I reached the store at 1115 this morning, only to be told that there was a change in my schedule. Okay, just a minor amendment. I was arranged to start at noon instead, and my schedule was shortened by an hour. I'm cool. So I ran an errand for Mhars-to buy her hair clips.

To sum it up, the trend amongst the customers we had today were being all fussy and picky.

No doubt I am a fuddy duddy when it concerns my sauces. Someone turned a deaf ear to my jarring preaches.
Nabz: I'll always tune out to what Jean says.

Jean: Na-bi-laaahhh! *Nostrils flaring, steam escaping.*
Nabilah sticks fingers into ears, walks away, turns back and walks towards Jean.
Nabz: Yes, Jean? *Grins*
Jean: HOW MANY TIMES DO YOU WANT ME TO TELL YOU?!
Jean points at sauces.
Nabz: What?
Jean: When you want to take an odd number of sauces, make it yourself!
Nabz: Huh, wait wait. What, again?
Jean: For example, you want to take 2 tartar and 1 chili dip.
Jean: You take only 1 tartar and 1 chili dip, then you make the extra tartar yourself!
Nabz: Oh! Oh!
Jean: See! Now my tartar is alone there! How?
Jean: My tartar is sitting there alone. So lonely!

Jean: One more time, I'll make sure you drink it(tartar/ chili dip).


At least Anne understood my instructions right away. Haha.
I think the above was one of the funniest conversations today.

Then I went to leave a small note by the side of the sauces station.
"Don't make my sauces lonely. Thank you."
Later that evening, I received a text message from Nadz.
"Dun wori we wun make ur sauces lonely(:"
Good to hear.

There was this group of four ladies that sparked commotion among us. I wasn't quite sure what happened in the beginning as Anne was the greeter and she brought them in. There were actually two seated, initially. The first time I approached the table, one of the lady requested to tune down the volume level of our music.
(Hello, we are supposed to create a relaxing and entertainment environment.)
So I did.
Not long after, two other ladies joined in.
I don't usually take a good look at every individual faces at the table when I run the food, but this time, one of the ladies caught my attention.
Guess who it was?
Our very own, Jade Seah.
I went up to Nabz asking her to reassure me it's Jade Seah that is patronising, but Nabz have no idea who she was.
I approached Anne, and asked her to send the sauce set to that table, taking this opportunity to verify my sight. Yes, Anne agreed it was Jade Seah.
I wouldn't say it took long for the entire staff to know she was dining in with us, but it didn't happen immediately.
I guess that proved something.
Just so you know, we didn't have a pleasant experience serving that table at all.
Nabz, Anne and I were like shoving responsibilities to each other and whenever we were done doing our part, we would pass similar negative remarks. So hilarious.

After Nabz and I knocked off, we went up to Cafe Cartel for deserts. There were so many jocular moments, as of course. We had to be thrifty for once, so we walked home all the way from Tampines Mall to our respective homes. Yes, indeed.
Sunplaza Park teemed with cats and kittens. Nabz's heaven to be in.

That's about all(:


An hour has passed, something has happened.


If I have a farm, I would rear chickens at this moment. No Mug rootbeer, no chocolates, no cheese. Just fat little chickens.
Haha.
I would love my chickens.
I would feed my chickens.
I would bathe my chickens.
I would tell my chickens about this story.
Goodnight, chickens.