SHE: "How old are you?"
ME: "I'm 18."
SHE: "Oooo... Young and dangerous..."
So i guess 18 is the prime age where we're prone to doing 'dangerous' stuff? Haha. It's also up to your imagination and how you would define dangerous. Work was fine today, just that initially it was absolutely shit. Totally lack of manpower and the blur (first day ma) me didn't know what to do. Macham throw me to die there. What i could do was just to clear plates and pour and refill their ice water. Orders?
THEM: "2 plates of chicken rice please." (people high class coffee shop guests can...)
ME: *rushing to write down the orders on my palm.
Reason for doing so? Cause i didn't have order chit with me and the experienced staff are like gone. Seriously! Nowhere to be found. Luckily when there're more guests, the lao jiaos began to appear like suddenly. And the different stations/pantries SMELT LIKE SHIT! STINKS TO THE CORE! Luckily today is my last day, phew... There's a colleague who asked whether i am 16 years old. I'm like shocked la! I know i look young and lots of people say that i look around that age. (think people are starting to puke already.) And there's also a colleague who said that i looked Malaysian. Doubly shocked. Luckily you didn't say C____, else you will serve people with a blue-blacked eye.
Now preparing my clothing and packing my stuff for trip to KL tml, coach-ing there. So have to wake up at 5am. 5AM FOR GOODNESS SAKE! I'll be back by MONDAY night.
DON'T MISS ME! ;p
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