Keep it just the way it is.

I WORKED, AT LAST.
I took a cab down to work today as I was afraid I may be late. Okay, not technically late, but neither do I like to arrive just in the nick of time. I have to reach my workplace at least fifteen minutes before my shift starts. My principle.

Anne was there when I got to the restaurant, so were the HQ staffs. They were here to interview people who applied for jobs. Just so you know, successful applicants will be posted to Tampines 1, and not staying here at Tampines Mall.

Nadz was training a new girl by the name of Joice. A petite girl, actually. Don't be fooled by her size- she's older than me! I was assigned to do runner and A. What I prefer doing over greeter and B. Joice was training to be the greeter.

It felt very slow-paced, really. Nadz kept stealing my job by running the food for me. Anyway, I think I am beginning to recall uninteresting and unimportant details that happened during my shift. You'll see how boring it was.

The soupoftheday was Fish Chowder, and you know how badly customers generally respond to that.
Mhars gave me a short briefing which was almost redundant, but I appreciate it as it marks the start of my shift.
Nadz dumped his cutleries with me and ran my food when I was already a foot away from the hatch.
Joice learned how to clear, clean and set up the table.
I was merely standing around half the time I was working.
I managed to check back majority of the tables. All, actually, if I wasn't mistaken.
Mhars told me to act like I am busy. If I were to do so, I would be a laughing stock, and I bet they would mock at me.
View started working much earlier.
Mahir dropped by for the interview.
Whenever I entered the kitchen, it felt as though everyone was giving way to me.
Minthu asked me to get a plaster for him.

Minthu: Jean, can give me one plaster?
Jean: No, cannot.
Minthu: Just one plaster, please.
Jean: Okay okay.

You should have heard how he said please.

Jean: Nadz, can get me a plaster? For Minthu.
Nadz: Why, what happened?
Jean: I don't know lah. He just asked for it.
Nadz: Aiyah, he is always like that.
Nadz takes the First Aid Kit, opens it, and starts searching for the plaster when the big box of plasters is right at the top.
Jean: It's just there.
Nadz takes out three plasters.
Jean: Why three?
Nadz: Ask him to take and go far far play.
Jean: Huh?
Nadz: Ask Minthu to take and play far far away.

Two customers asked me for cheese, thinking that it is the name for lemon butter sauce.

Nadz walks into the kitchen.
Nadz: Khai, tell everyone there's a meeting on Saturday at 2pm.
Khai: Okay.
Khai: OOOOOOOOIIIII!
Khai: Everybody thereisameetingonSaturdayat2pm.

I was on the floor and I heard everything and it was so hysterical!

Jean: Oh oh, it is in my bag!
Khai: Never mind, I'm coming back later.
Later..
Jean: Khai, you can take it from my bag. The yellow plastic bag.
Khai: Okay.
Khai: This one right?
Jean: Yes.
Khai: Okay, thanks.

Mhars: Later uh, put customers at B. Then you can mop station A.
Jean: Okay.
Centuries later..
Mhars: Darling, pretend to do something. Don't just stand there.
Jean: Yeah, I know. Ask them to go away and I can mop A.
Mhars: Ya lah, shit.

After my shift, I helped out with them, still. Shaik was the MOD for the night. It got pretty busy that night. Then I heard, "Table?" This familiar voice sounded so much like Nadz. Yes, indeed, it was him. He left, and came back again.

I broke a glass, yet again! So as for now, I have broken a glass, a small saucer and another glass. Alas.
I am such a klutz.

Initially, Nadz and I were fighting over the mopping of C/ D. He was supposed to do it, but I reckon it was the least I could do since I wasn't of much help earlier on. We tugged that one mop from each other and he sure was obstinate, but he ultimately gave up.
Nadz: You are stubborn, but I am even more stubborn.

After mopping C/ D, I took my bag and said bade farewell to Ash, Shaik, Charis, kitchen, and lastly Farhan. I thought he didn't bring an extra helmet since he hadn't mention anything. But he did, so I waited for him. Meanwhile, I helped Charis, a trainee, with her closing too.

When Farhan and I left Fish & Co., Nadz was still there and it didn't seem like he was going to leave anytime soon. We were at the carpark and before Farhan and I put our helmets on, we heard someone yelled. Farhan looked more curious than surprised. Then Farhan hollered back.
Jean: Why?
Farhan: No, it is either Nadz or Ash.
Jean: Huh, really? It sounds more like Nadz.
Farhan: Yes, it's Nadz. *points at Nadz*
They sounded like brother wolves howling at each other. Haha.

Farhan installed a box behind his bike and he said I was the first who didn't like it. The box itself looks cute, and it suits his bike, but I don't really fancy bikes with boxes. This time, I had difficulty mounting his bike, thanks to his box. I had to try like two three times, and the last successful attempt happened when I had to pull my leg up. Literally pulled, with my hand. Both of them were looking and I kept them waiting. How embarassing. They were mocking at the way I climbed on the bike. It was hilarious, though!

It was pouring, so we halted at the entrance of the carpark. Nadz left anyway, after waiting for a minute or so. Farhan stopped for a cigarette before heading towards my place. It was definitely another experience to ride in the downpour. It got heavier halfway through the ride, with lightnings and thunders. We were soaking wet, like thoroughly drenched. It was flooding in my shoes.

Due to the heavy downpour, Farhan had to stay under my block, so I accompanied him. We had a great talk. He always say that best friends should never have secrets between them. I appreciate the way he treats me, really. Like Timothy, Farhan's prediction will usually come true too. For once, I hope Farhan's gut feeling towards something will never happen. He feels that I am not mentally prepared.

So we separated at 0145, thereabout. Still raining then.



I am so worn out now. I need to catch up on my sleep.
Goosenuts.
Swedish drinks.