Working Woes...

It's been a while since I last blogged...and it feels so long ago when I was a woman of leisure complaining about having nothing to do.. sigh... those were the days!!!!

Your truly, a former princess, has now been degraded into a serving maid!!!! a labourer!!! .... not really but it sounded more 'kasihan' when I put it that way... hehe..

anyways... I started work on fri. morning was a breeze learning the ordering process, the serving of food and cleaning work. dinner was fine too although i made some mistakes and ppl are nice when they know it's your first day at work. but at the end of the day...my feet were so sore, they hurt so much! I cried when I got home cos I was so tired and a bit drained cos I felt so bad about not knowing enough written chinese to do my work properly and the boss had to keep covering for me. And I nearly had an asthma attack lugging trays of food upstairs to the karaoke rooms! Good luck I have my inhaler with me all the time!

sat nite : 2nd night at work was a killer! it was suddenly full and the restaurant is not small. it's about 75m from the kitchen doors to the front door. imagine walking that to and fro non stop for 6 hours! and there were only 3 of us manning the front and upstairs! god! i start work at 530. by 1030, i was ready to drop literally. i just about made it home without passing out. the moment i got home, i started crying cos there was nothing left in me! I was crying from exhaustion, from feeling depressed cos my written chinese is so bad, cos i had to be degraded to serving other people, or there's so much racism that we have to face at the resturant from the people here, etc...sigh! Anyways, it's also so funny cos earlier that night, Rick's second daughter was upset and she was crying to him... hehe...

anyways, it was a traumatic start for me. The bosses were very nice the next day about my mistakes though. Cos there was a lot of shouting in the kitchen on sat night cos the kitchen also couldn't handle it.

I think the only thing that has kept me returning to slave at the restaurant is because they are nice people and I don't want to leave them in a lurch without waitresses and it's so unprofessional...hehe and the other thing which is more important is the money I get. It not much and right now it helps a lot. cos now I have my own money to get rick a a present for our 6-month anniversary. we are very big on anniversaries. And the fact that I will not be doing this for long helps.

And I was joking about how it is a lesson in humility for me...it is not working... I prefer having people think I'm a snob...I'm still a princess ... but it has helped my acting skills...hahaha... at work, I'm this really friendly, super polite waitress, but inside, god! I want to kill each and every bastard and bitch that comes in to the restaurant and act like they own the f##king place! haha..

and the uniform that I have to wear ta work... sigh.. I hate white shirts!!! so on my off days, i wear colours!!!