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, June 08, 2009

I hate the fact that it is you.

.. (to Siska) supposedly doing greeter. At the every next instant, I approached Ash and he told me to ask Mhars. When I did, I merely grumbled and she asked Nisa if she was willing to have a swap of deployments. I was so grateful that Nisa sacrificed herself for me, really. I simply cannot handle greeter line.

Apparently, I had three incidents which took place under my station yet the customers didn't make a big fuss about it. So I am wondering if it is something I should be upset about or something I should rejoice about.

Initially, I wanted to narrate every single detail of the three incidents, but after procrastinating for a night, I have decided that I am too lazy to do so. But in any case, this is a brief summary of the happenings:
1. A lady got choked on a fish bone and she said she would make her way to A&E.
2. There were glass shards on plates which had already been served to the customers.
3. A customer found a 'Happy Birthday' sign in her drink.
As for the rest of the details, I shall leave it up to your imagination.

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