Today:

There are 2 glass tables just outside the door, which is still within the 5 meters range, without ash trays (hint). and then there are 2 up the stairs, which has ash trays (double hint!). this guy just waltz in, rude as hell, treated us like a public toilet, and then hollered at me for a “coopers red!” coopers red!”

I gave it to him, he sat outside at the glass tables. J, boss’s best mate, walked out and noticed he was smoking, and reminded me i have to be aware that customers can NOT smoke down there. I really couldn’t see, but i walked out and told him to “sir, please move up there, this is a non-smoking area.”

“yeah ok, i will.” he glanced at me, and continue reading his papers.

i just stood there, waiting for him to move, realising he wasn’t even close to “closing” his papers.

“what?” he asked me curtly.

“sorry sir, you have to move now. it is illegal to smoke here.”

“i said i will.”

“yeah, you are still reading your papers.”

“so what, i said i will move”

“please move NOW.”

this went on for about 5 times, each time ending with him calling me rude for telling him to move, and then brushing me off going “yeah, yeah”. he eventually moved, so i would stop nagging. then he finished smoking, and came in to sit down at a table, to 1) smirk at me, 2) stare at me while i work. now, i am not one to take shit from people, so i told him to leave.

“on what grounds are you asking me to leave? you’re a rude little girl” (oh yes, his tone was condescending through out the entire period)

“for the fact that you will not abide by the laws? that is enough. i have to ask you 5 times to even move”

“what, that wasn’t 5 times, that was at the most twice”

what, the hell. there shouldn’t even be a second time dickhead. “i still have to ask you to leave sir. you’ve got your drink, you’ve paid. you are not wanted here, there will be no more services for you.”

“i can’t just leave like that. no one walks around with a beer in his hand. i have to at least finish my beer.”

“i can assure you, there are many people who walks around with a beer in their hands.”

again, this went on and on for a good few minutes, him smirking and drinking out of his beer bottle, while i move closer to suggest he is not wanted and will not be entertained. finally i had enough of his smirk. The only way to watch him leave is if i take his beer away. and he insisted on being refunded for it, because he didn’t want to look like some drunktard with his beer in his hands.

i am not about to pay someone for his misbehaviour.

so i grabbed his bottle of beer, and he immediately got angry, and rose up, and tried to whack the beer into my head. Except for the fact that i had a tight grip on the bottle, i almost got hit on the head.

“YOU CAN’T DO THIS, THIS IS ASSAULT!” he said to me.

“no this is not. this conversation has revealed your maturity level, which is non-existent. and has indicated to me that you’re intoxicated. therefore what i am doing is RESPONSIBLE ALCOHOL SERVICE for you.”

“call the police!”

“sure i will, give me your card or contact details”

“no, you give me your card!”

“you are standing right here where i work, i believe you’re not on home grounds here to ask for my card.”

“you are a silly silly girl, this is ridiculous.”

“yes it is, the fact is you are mocking me, you can see i have no other colleagues on at the moment, and you are picking on me and smirking at me.”

“i am just smiling because this is ridiculous.”

“yes, you ARE ridiculous sir, all because you wanted a ciggy in an illegal zone.”

“YOU and your colleagues smoke there too, i saw that last week!”

HAH LOL! “what? sorry to disappoint you sir, you will find by all scientific records i am no smoker, and cannot tolerate much smoke. while i do have the lungs of a passive smoker, i do not smoke.”

“what.. no i mean your staff”

“nope, if they do, it’s out the back or up the top. more out the back and here in fact, because they can’t smoke in uniform.”

“you know what, i am never coming back. and i am letting all my friends know this.”

“if they are anything like you, it’s not a big loss, sir.”

he slammed the door in my face. fucking slut, trying to smack the bottle into my head. all because of a ciggy. yes, i know now it was dangerous. at that time i was more concerned about him trashing the place up than i was about myself. i ended up closing the restaurant until more staffs turned up in case he return.

fuck, i hate douche bags

Current Mood:  annoyed

Colleague dislocated his shoulders, apparently. can carry plates, can’t scrape them clean, nor can he be touched around the shoulders apparently. if not, he sinks into a pile of shuddering, pained little animal.

And threatens to stab me just because i gave him a friendly push around the elbows, and apparently hurt his shoulders. This would mark the second time he’s threatened to stab me. shit, you want to stab me, what do you think i was going to do? break down into tears and fucking beg you to spare my life? baby, I’ve had enough of life sometimes - and you caught me on the down side.

“this is the 2nd time i’ve heard you threatened to stab me. Next time, fucking just do it.”

no i wasn’t being brave or anything. I was angry. Angry at the boy who’s trying to be a man, angry for the “Drama” he’s putting up. it’s just a fucking dislocated arm. boo-fucking-hoo. I have broke shit, twisted shit and i am always in fucking pain because I HAVE A WOMB. it’s was just a slight push, get over yourself.

meanwhile, remember this colleague who said i wasn’t white enough for my name? we’ve gotten along ever since then. so, last night i was pointing out to someone our very “first ever real conversation”. everyone laughed, then, the “offender” said: “oh oh!! ever since then, I have changed my mind! “YOU’RE THE WHITEST ASIAN I’VE EVER MET!”

god. sweetheart, if i didn’t know you, i would be offended all over again! since when is your race a personality trait? lol

Current Mood:  aggravated

one day, I am going to wake up and just go totally mental.

I am going to walk out of this house, quit school and my job, and then forge a whole birth certificate and passport, so i look like a true blue australian - but all of age 18. then i will go apply for courses to be a nurse, and start life “all over again”.

Not only will i do nursing, I will learn how to swim, surf, snowboard - and compete in them for Australia.

And then I will challenge some of the bigots I hate, suddenly get better at drawing/freehand-ing stuff, and just be uber awesome creative, awe-inspiring and god-like.

But until that some day, i am just going to be my whiney obliging self.

thanks for listening.

Current Mood:  crazy