Danger zone.

I am in a really horrible mood right now and I am not liking it at all.
I feel shitty. As much as I wish to type out a torrent of abuse here, I know nothing will be changed, and therefore, I am going to be all civilised and keep those profanities to myself.

Nabz said she wanted to beat the length of my previous substantial post, so we shall see. As for my current post, I am sure it wouldn't be that lengthy, but I shall try my very best. It isn't getting early and blogging seriously consumes too much of my time. At this very moment, I only have thoughts of sleeping, because only then, I can escape from harsh reality. Like others, I just wish to be perfect and have the best of both worlds. However, I can be nowhere near perfect, ever. It saddens me.

Cut the crap. I shall move on to chapter ___ of my life. Pardon me, I have an uninteresting life. My life is no phantasy.

I retired for the night in the wee small hours, and got out of bed at 1500. I had time on my hand, so I didn't rush to prepare myself. On my journey to my workplace, I did some thinking. I always do.
How it saddens me.
How it angers me.
I was also pondering over my deployment, and I thought I would be doing C/ D since my shift starts at 1900.

Jean: Hi. Very busy uh? Huh.
Jean: What am I doing today?
Ash: You're doing B.
Jean: Huh. Why B again?
Ash: Really. You go check.
Ash: I'm not lying.

Yes, why was I doing B again? It has been a long time since I last ran C/ D.
No, wait, have I even handled C/ D before? Not in my recollections, though.
Whatever it is, I was hoping for C/ D. Lazy me. Haha. Station B is like the biggest station, everrr.

Tonight seemed to be busier than yesterday's evening. The greeter line was never ending. We kept having food that was delayed. Some guests said that our service was slow. We were all running about and someone actually said our service was slow. Do you expect us to sprint, skate or teleport in our restaurant?
On the contrary, we have had considerate guests as well. Those who understood our predicament. I have no reason to get mad at them. Absolutely none at all.
I have encountered same old situations like customers taking eons to make up their minds on what they would like to have. Honestly, I don't think it's nice keeping us waiting. We seriously don't have time to hear your discussion on your decision.

I love sporting customers. The ones that take up your suggestion.
Jean: How about topping up 5.50 to get one soup and a drink?
Guest: Fantastic. I'll have that.
Awesome.

The cashier and cutlery area were the outlets for us to vent our anger. Whenever we were fuming mad and raging into anger, we would just walk by that little area and start complaining about the customers. Mon was telling Eric and I to shoo the greeter line away. Then I told Eric to get out there and promote Swensens. Nabilah kept complaining as well. It was just so cool.

When it gets really busy, we really detest clearing up the mess that the previous customers created. Don't you just agree? Therefore, I asked Ashaari to write up a proposal to request for vacuum cleaners. Haha. You would definitely see how rapid our turnover would be.

The crowd died down, and yay, we heaved a sigh of relief. At one point of time, my entire station was like salmagundi. I have glasses cluttered and pans scattered. It looked so chaotic. I got everything all cleaned up eventually. Of course I had to do that! I just took my time and did one thing at a time. At least I would call that an achievement.


I DON'T KNOW.
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I really don't.