Work Work.

Lets see, one word to describe my very first day at work, stressful. No wait, lets make it 2 words, fucking stressful. The working day got off on a bad start as keef and i were 15 minutes late(i wonder why), and the captain giving the briefing made us stand at the front and gave us a slight dressing down. Not to be mean or anithin but theres smt seriously wrong with that guy's face, and im hoping that the manager lets him work the backroom staff so as not to let the guests come into contact with him. Plus i hate the way he goes around ordering ppl about with the maximum authority and power this job allows him to muster. Eh hellloooo, capt. in the banquet dept. of the Fullerton Hotel. You feel biiiiiiigggggg jus cause you can order a few part timers around? Haiz, seriously, get a life man.

Ah ah this should be fun. Lets move on to Eric. Eric, shmerick. This guy is one big dumb arse of an excuse. He dons the same uniform as us but in terms of mentality, hooo boy this guy is one high flyer sia. What was that you said again Eric? How dare i sit down in front of you? Oh im sorry, i've been standing for 7 straight hours and i would've used your arse as a chair if not for the fact that i would sink into all that fat down there and never be found again.

Moving on to the actual work. Im so not bloody cut out to be a waiter man. Everytime i had to serve smt that was in the liquid form and piping hot, my hands trembled. Haha yes laugh, wait till you try. The thought of me spilling smt on someone never did leave my mind the whole night and you cant imagine the relief i felt when the wedding finally ended. I dunnoe how keef can say its worth it for 6 bucks an hour when its so obviously not. All the mental anguish i had to go through..... Oh oh oh!!! The bride was damn chio la. That was about the only plus point on top of the money last night. Work finally ended at 230 and i reached home an exhausted teen at 330. Im so gonna quit the moment hols end even though they "sincerly hope" we dun go mia after the hols.