so far...

I guess mistakes are supposed to be normal, right? People make them every day. But man I hate them like hell, makes me feel that bit stupid in a day that would be otherwise great. Okay, so I told a little fib, not a great day, but still a day that would be ok.

So far I’ve been making one stupid one every day, and makes me feel so silly even though most people would think it’s nothing much, and maybe that I tend to make mountains out of molehills. *siiigh* Please let today be the last… at least in a long while.

Monday: Couldn’t answer Vince’s question and toyed around with my handphone when I’m not supposed to – ended up getting a telling off from Vince.
Tuesday: I know I made some silly mistake here –again– just that I forgot what. I do know this was the day there was a table for 25 noisy kids and a teacher advisor from Temasek JC (Ashlee says that eating here is the closest thing to ‘home’ they can get, while I’m thinking what an exclusive camping/hiking trip they have… since they were attired to suit one of the aforementioned events – meaning they were wearing shirt/singlets, shorts and sports shoes, complete with the oversized backpacks)
Wednesday: I accidentally keyed in an item a customer didn’t order for, ended up getting Ashlee to write an additional report as if he didn’t have enough to do already >_< Being a greeter isn’t all that fun, you actually have a whole bunch of stuff to remember which you HAVE to tell the customer, and I fumble pretty often at thinking of what to say. This was the day there was a stuck-up pompous fart who thinks he’s above us, but mom’s right; “What’s he doing there then?!”
Thursday: I served the wrong table with the correct item, cause there were 2 *adjacent* tables ordering the same item, but I didn’t check the precedence so I served the table which came later. blearghedy. At least it wasn’t anything major. Today was the day Elvin got the ‘honour’ of singing the birthday rap for a girl who was celebrating her birthday. I shudder to think of the day where I end up doing it… >______> I thought it pretty malufying, but I guess if I really had to, I would.

My shift ended at about 1030pm, which was quite surprising even to Nicky cause we expected to end after 11pm, what with clearing up all the cupboards and drawers since they were gonna spray pesticide today (most likely later before the morning shift). After 4 days of working here, I still feel abit out of place especially when I’m doing nothing much so I’m actually glad when I’m running around setting tables and serving food, it beats being a greeter. XP I detest it, although that’s the one with most talking which should be something I should be able to do fine (Ashlee says I’m ok just that I need to talk… more confidently. I suppose he’s right, I’m not very confident in myself… aaagh.) It’s something Elvin does pretty well despite his really blur look (bwahahaha!) but he’s a really nice blur dude. Both Elvin and Diandran taught me a lot a lot a lot of stuff that I don’t think I would end up asking Ashlee or Nicky or Vince, even (among the 3 Vince is probably the strictest) or at least I found it easier to ask them. With Dinnesh and Ashlee around, I can’t help but laugh; these guys should get their own comedy show sometime – they don’t even have to act, just being themselves would do the trick just fine. They’re really good entertainers.

Yesterday Dinnesh kept asking me why I looked angry. I suppose what he meant wasn’t angry, maybe emo. hahaha, yes, I probably look ‘emo’ cause it would be tiring to smile all the time, and I don’t need my face frozen in a happy look like those jesters who paint smiles on their faces. Just not what I do, I guess. Or maybe I was just feeling that bit tired cause I’m not feeling that well right now, stupid flu. It must be that time of the year again. sigh.

Since I’m on the subject of Dinnesh and Ashlee, if I were to compare them to dinosaurs, Dinnesh would be some scrawny looking one, maybe that raptor that steals eggs, and Ashlee maybe a mini T-Rex. Oh yes, and Elvin would fit a stegosaurus just fine. I don’t know why, it just does. I think this comparing people to animals thing is getting to be a habit with me, it just comes spontaneously. I can’t help it if you really look/act like an animal of any sort.

The kitchen staff are a jolly bunch of people too, like Makcik who’s really nice and smiley~ I have no idea if she works all day, but since I see her most evenings when I work it’s nice to see her. Another one of those unexplainable things, she’s just nice to all of us. And all of us are nice to her in return too, it’s no easy job being one of the selected few who wash dishes all the time, hidden from view and having not many people to talk to. Hakim and Faizal are the cooks who well, cook. Occasionally Hakim would quiz me on the dishes and stuff (which as usual I don’t know the answer, still in the data collection stage) which I’m, sad to say, pretty crappy at. But I’m getting better at it; at least I know what most of the dishes look like, maybe from the sauce, or the way it’s served or one of those other little things.

Just as I was going to clock in, I saw…. *drumroll* the one and only super lameass YK from my high school days! He apparently finished his presentation today and was out with his group mates on a little outing. We had a little talk, and parted ways. I hope he’ll remember to call me out when he plans for an outing with his gang (at least his form5 buddies which I know also, since I met pengshaun the previous Sunday. Now if anything was a surprise, it had to be meeting pengshaun by pure coincidence. This was while I was walking out of MPH. I thought I saw this…. very very familiar figure and we just looked at each other for abit before we came up and greeted each other. He thinks I forgot his name. Hmph, the cheek of it all. XP Gimme a break, that’s the first thing I don’t forget, especially since I’ve known him from a loong time ago.)

While on shift today, I met Handre, an ex-classmate from my form5 days. Was quite a surprise that I actually recognized him, I thought I didn’t know him until I saw his dimple. Yes, I know it’s a weird way to recognize people, but I don’t know many people who actually have dimples. Or maybe it was the composition of the table that looked like a half-chinese half-malay gathering which was definitely not the regular mix. Still, I’m proud I still remember acquaintances from so long ago.