Working - Day 05

There were shouts behind me, as i stood by the lamp post. “Just GO AWAY! GO AWAY! FUCK OFF!” screams a woman, her speech semi slurred by her drunkedness, semi slurred by her voice which obviously was not used to screaming at the top of the voice.

11 p.m, and i am out on the streets, waiting for linxy to pick me up. Feet aching, mouth dry, body aching… oh what a day, and what a night.

For reasons unknown even to to me, i woke at six this morning, not totally refreshed, not very tired either. From there, i was going to bum till monday, since that is when i officially does have work, as according to my roster. so i was just playing lineage 2.. gaming, reading books. boring stuff that i normally do each day, so that i don’t spend as much money as compared to if i do go out.

The tendency to spend as i window shop.. is terribly high.

“meow!….” went my phone at 4.15pm… it was Don, my night manager. “hey Cheryl, how are ya?”

“Good good, bumming around, what’s up?”

“you think you can work tonight?”

*money flashes all across the eye* “sure why not? what time do you want me in by?”

“how’s 6 to you?”

“awesome, see you then.”

“sure”

and just like that, i broke the perfect party up, with my potential “e-husband” for Chronicle 4, and just went for work.

Upon reaching, i can see why they needed me. Saturday, busy night, lotsa customers, yet Josie, one of the regular girls, called in sick. with one trainee and 5 girls, it just wasn’t enough. they even pulled a kitchen staff out to work with us, helping us tick off the food and giving us the table number.

2 trainees to clean up and man the food running, 5 to take orders, not a bad thing.

except, a few days ago, during a chance overhearing, i know Wan was inviting Josie to her birthday party. which was… today. and while we are “part-timers” if we are sick, we are still entitled to our salary, under sick pay. of course, if we aren’t rostered, we aren’t paid.

Guess what happened.

except, i won’t tell anyone about it, because it is just retarded to talk about such things. besides, i have no proof. i am not one to tell on my colleagues anyways, also, coz i am likely to do it myself just coz i need the break from work every now and then, but i still need the money.

Years ago, i was working with a call centre. it was a job that started out initially farely fun. people were nice, people were fun to be with and i enjoyed it immensely. we had great relationships with our superiors, and no matter how boring the call centre may be, the superiors had try to make it less of a bore.

Behind every pretty scene though, there are cracks, and there are the bitches. It is so in most workplaces, it is just how one deals with it that makes the difference. i chose ignorance. however, as time goes by, it can get terribly lonesome and a huge task to even bring myself to work.

Boring work and bitchy colleagues weren’t a good equation for a conducive and encouraging work environment. and i am not one to push myself. by the second month at work, i started coming up with all kinds of illness not to turn up on fridays. it was fairly obvious, and they didn’t like it. However, with official documentation, all they could do is just hint at my lack of enthusiasm and get upset about it.

After all, in my opinion, why push yourself to be what you are not? that was, anyways, a part time job that i knew was not going to last. at that time, i was preparing to work for something else instead. something that pays me better, and loves me better.

I am not saying that the job and company i am in now is bad, mean and cruel. the truth is, food and beverage is a tough industry. every job is, but i believe that food and beverage itself is tough just on the physical side alone. At the end of each work day, for me, i am drained. i want to hit the sack and permnanently stay there. It’s not something i intend to do for the rest of my life.

For all the pay though, i am willing to take on this burden now. just so that i can pass through this hurdle. Despite all the crap the little babies give me, throwing vegetables at me for fun and what not, this will come to pass.

i am not judging josie, rather, i know i would probably do the same thing as she did too. it’s a tough life being a waitress.

have fun josie, i know i would.