I am that blur... NOT!
So anyway, I wasn't even aware that I was being made a fool of desu. I was given this coffee powder that was laced with cream and told to eat it. Being ever the 'guai', I did much to the horror of Aishah and the laughter of Doey de.
I was so dumb up to the point of rinsing my mouth that I was told that it is not edible and that the staff use the powder as training for making designs on drinks." They do this to all the new staff one la," she assured me as I kept repeating that I am fine by the 'initiation' due to my natural 'blurness'.
Then I actually saw a proposal for reservation of 5 tables of 25 people on Tuesday the 16th. I was like, "And they need a proposal even for reservations? Awesome man." Needless to say, that was also the day I ended up under some 'intense training'.
Monica also came on that day to help as well as to check up on the staff. AT the end of the day, all I overhear from Vi is that, "She's impressed by our teamwork and wants us to keep up the good work".
I went to wipe the table 5 and was arranging the dishes when I hear Vi went, "Give her 15 minutes to clear all trays." Paul was even worse, " That's too long (WHAT?) Give her 10 minutes." As I was clearing off tray 1, Doey went, "Boo!" I yelled out, "Don't make me pay about 30 bucks for these."
Moving on to the other trays was, in a word, natural. I mean, even though Paul was like, "Come on, Vivian, hurry up. 5 more minutes." I was progressing rather steadily, even humming to the tune of 'Twinkle, Twinkle Little Stars'.
Then yesterday on September 17, I worked until closing time (8 pm for my working place) and so Doey made me the drink I requested, "Sea of Passion". Ok. I tasted the raspberry flavoured sprite which will cost $6.20 and received a whole bunch of 'nearly expired' cakes which I Dad and mum (who came to pick me up) passed on to my aunt who was glad.
Then I also had to become the translator as well as all my colleagues are either Malay or Indian save for the Kitchen Staff, but they only make occasional appearances though. But already, I call one of them "Uncle" when I should call him "Kor Kor" (He's around 25). Hey, I never say I was going to be the 'blur' one all the time.
And then today, there were two Uni guys (Lols. Hey, my neighbour school one- SIM). When I gave one of them the gallery, he asked me, "Are you a foreigner?" I smiled and went, "No. I am a local." As he started to apologise, I added that, "It's ok. I always get asked that question."
I also started speaking in mandarin. (What the hell happened? I duuno)
When I took their order and served them water, one of them asked me, "Vivian, do you have a pen and paper?" I thought he was going to write something important down so I handed him the required materials.
As I made another round back, the guy passed me the paper back and asked for my hand phone number.
Me: You want my number for what, huh? (No longer blur, acting blur)
Guy: Give me your number please?
Me: But I don't give my number to strangers.
Guy: But I am no stranger. My name's Alex.
Guy 2: *Laughs*
Guy: Please?
Me: *Gives up the pointless conversation and scribbles number down*
Why on earth am I getting hit on sia? This is so retarded and wrong because, even the other guy was remarked that "I look cute when I smile" (Rolls eyes).
Even the other senior staff were joking about it. But then again, my natural blurness still saved me alot of hassle as I was rather oblivious sia.
In a nutshell, can I please just request to stay not that noticed? I mean, the way I tied up my hair is bad enough but being hit on is even worse desu.
I was so dumb up to the point of rinsing my mouth that I was told that it is not edible and that the staff use the powder as training for making designs on drinks." They do this to all the new staff one la," she assured me as I kept repeating that I am fine by the 'initiation' due to my natural 'blurness'.
Then I actually saw a proposal for reservation of 5 tables of 25 people on Tuesday the 16th. I was like, "And they need a proposal even for reservations? Awesome man." Needless to say, that was also the day I ended up under some 'intense training'.
Monica also came on that day to help as well as to check up on the staff. AT the end of the day, all I overhear from Vi is that, "She's impressed by our teamwork and wants us to keep up the good work".
I went to wipe the table 5 and was arranging the dishes when I hear Vi went, "Give her 15 minutes to clear all trays." Paul was even worse, " That's too long (WHAT?) Give her 10 minutes." As I was clearing off tray 1, Doey went, "Boo!" I yelled out, "Don't make me pay about 30 bucks for these."
Moving on to the other trays was, in a word, natural. I mean, even though Paul was like, "Come on, Vivian, hurry up. 5 more minutes." I was progressing rather steadily, even humming to the tune of 'Twinkle, Twinkle Little Stars'.
Then yesterday on September 17, I worked until closing time (8 pm for my working place) and so Doey made me the drink I requested, "Sea of Passion". Ok. I tasted the raspberry flavoured sprite which will cost $6.20 and received a whole bunch of 'nearly expired' cakes which I Dad and mum (who came to pick me up) passed on to my aunt who was glad.
Then I also had to become the translator as well as all my colleagues are either Malay or Indian save for the Kitchen Staff, but they only make occasional appearances though. But already, I call one of them "Uncle" when I should call him "Kor Kor" (He's around 25). Hey, I never say I was going to be the 'blur' one all the time.
And then today, there were two Uni guys (Lols. Hey, my neighbour school one- SIM). When I gave one of them the gallery, he asked me, "Are you a foreigner?" I smiled and went, "No. I am a local." As he started to apologise, I added that, "It's ok. I always get asked that question."
I also started speaking in mandarin. (What the hell happened? I duuno)
When I took their order and served them water, one of them asked me, "Vivian, do you have a pen and paper?" I thought he was going to write something important down so I handed him the required materials.
As I made another round back, the guy passed me the paper back and asked for my hand phone number.
Me: You want my number for what, huh? (No longer blur, acting blur)
Guy: Give me your number please?
Me: But I don't give my number to strangers.
Guy: But I am no stranger. My name's Alex.
Guy 2: *Laughs*
Guy: Please?
Me: *Gives up the pointless conversation and scribbles number down*
Why on earth am I getting hit on sia? This is so retarded and wrong because, even the other guy was remarked that "I look cute when I smile" (Rolls eyes).
Even the other senior staff were joking about it. But then again, my natural blurness still saved me alot of hassle as I was rather oblivious sia.
In a nutshell, can I please just request to stay not that noticed? I mean, the way I tied up my hair is bad enough but being hit on is even worse desu.
Comments
Post a Comment