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.


Saturday, April 04, 2009

Healed and reopened.

Step into my shoes and relate to my frustration. Annoying, indeed. It gets on my nerves each time my vision is heavily blurred, and all I can make out are apparently the shapes and contours and colours of my sight. However, it plays as a considerably good excuse to be oblivious to my surroundings even though I am the only one aware of my ignorance. Pretence, in this case, comforts me.

I know it will hinder my performance at work as my pace would be greatly affected. So I grew anxious upon my realisation. But lucky me, I managed to regain my sharp (not really) vision just before boarding the bus.

Work today was amazingly awesome. Well, not that anything good actually happened, just that nothing really bad occurred. Hanah and I were paired up to handle both runner and station A. If you need to grumble about any customers, she's the right one to look for. It was enjoyable working with her.

This is still worthy to mention. I led another birthday rap, but I did the old one, anyway. Doesn't diminish how proud I feel about myself. Leading a birthday rap means something to me, you know.

Speaking of which, Nadz brought up a question during our recent FOH meeting.
"Why do you work?"
I have given some thought about it and derived an answer. I don't owe anyone an answer, I owe myself one.

Yes, I won't hide the truth that I started to work for the money and simply to kill my time. I won't deny that I went for the interview without much interest and just to give it a shot.
Initial stage of work was difficult for me as I was foreign to almost everything. I had to start learning from scratch like all others. Up till this day, I am still learning incessantly each and every day I am working. I meet people from all walks of life, each with an individual story to tell. More often than not, I am clueless about their lives, but judging from their accents, their body languages and whatnot, I will mentally weave their stories in my mind. This brings me back to my point of learning. I am constantly learning how to handle all sorts of customers, how to deal with difficult situations, and how to overcome my fears and the obstacles ahead of me. The entire growing up process gives me a sense of achievement and satisfaction. Coupled with multiple injections of fun from people I work with, I would consider everything worthwhile. I guess this is what I want at the end of the day.

Shazreen came in with Iqbal for their lunch, and I was definitely more than willing to serve them. I was delighted to see her, of course. Not forgetting, Lyn came down from MJC and dropped by the restaurant as well. I spent some time with her before we headed home. Love you babes!



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