Knickers.

Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.

I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.


Monday, March 30, 2009

Nothing but a sham.

The spirit of your eyes for that brief moment left me dying in suspense. Your narrowed eyes portraying your infamous stern glare set the city ablaze, akin to Dante's Inferno. I knitted my eyebrows instantly, mulling over those intentions clouding in your mind. I was left to clear the mess after the massive cannonade. Those two words that warned me to not intrude into your thriving city, flourishing in affluence.

Verdict: Prawns have issues with me.
WHYYYYY?!?!?!
I love prawns, you know.
Spare me. Have mercy on me.

I had a couple seated at table 02, and they purchased a bag of endearmints from us. I was delighted as I appreciate people who love our mints and just so you know, these are imported from South Africa.

Whilst attending to table 05, the couple made their way to the exit, and the lady approached me. What I had in mind was merely a polite verbal gratitude from her.

Little did I expect her to stuff a ten dollar bill into my palm. I was overwhelmed in astonishment, but I managed to thank her in the next split second. I tried to get a grip of my consciousness and continued serving table 05, a family of four. They were astounded too. I almost failed in my attempt to prevent my mouth from curling into a smile. Yes, naturally, I was elated.

We had this whole commotion going on when we had a request for tables to accommodate 37 guests. It was impossible not to open station D as that was the only area left in the restaurant that was able to hold that many people. We were all stupefied. Station D was way too small for such a large crowd.

All their belongings were being piled up at the entrance of D, and the aisle between two rows of tables was awfully narrow. I went in there a couple of times to help out, and it was heating up like a incinerator, hindering us from breathing normally. Kudos to Q, and Mon, for putting up with a huge crowd in a cramped place.

Closing felt tedious today. To make it faster, Dyla swept both A and B, while I do the mopping. The worst part of closing is when we have to discard the dirty water and all. Dyla and I had to do it, yet again. After which, I left with Farhan, Nadz and Ash.
Thanks to Farhan, I got another ride home.



Bedtime.
Goodnight.

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