Because i was so net deprived…
i am going to bore you with more of my Vista experience! 
First look, aesthetically it’s less boxy and… holed up (however you want to put it) as compared to XP. I must say, i have always been a Mac OS’s fan, mostly because of it’s beauty aesthetically and thereafter, because of it’s ease of use once you got past the first week of playing with it.
Evidentally, Microsoft thinks so too. I am pretty sure there’s a thousand and one sites out there telling everyone about this, but to see this for myself O.o and then having been able to mess around with it for the past few days, it’s quite… fun.
Obviously, though, Microsoft somehow managed to make this beautiful OS painful on the ram. On checking the ram usage, i am seeing a minimum clock-in range of 500 megs. This dumbs down the beauty of the OS. With my old Ibook, which had about 512mb ram, the OS hardly registered (i believe the current OS would be slightly different). XP itself didn’t use very much. It’s not till i run 2-3 Lineage 2 windows that the 1gig ram started sputtering and swearing at me, and that’s considering the immense amount of stuff i have running in the background (Trillian, multiple-tabbed firefox, mp3s… blah).
While it doesn’t matter much to me now, considering my immense 4gig ram (woohoo), it will be stupid to have just 1 gig ram should i upgrade my desktop to Vista.
Still, i like the shadings, shadows and all the beauty of it. At least, since i can’t own a mac for now, i can still own a sub-standard copy of it (yes, i still don’t like microsoft :D)
Not to mention, like Mac, there’s also a “miniature” screencap of your window when you hover over the tabs on the taskbar.
Now, this performance thing amazes me just a little bit. I am not quite sure why it existed, if not for bragging rights or to assure non-techs their pc is 1337. On a personal level, i think most people should know at the back of their heads whether the games/programs they are intending on buying CAN be played to a certain quality on their current machine.
and of course, there would be people like me who conveniently forgets that when new games comes out, and walks out to just buy it, COZ i could. and then i couldn’t play it for eons.
Despite that, This rating thing seems a little… i am not sure how to put it. For dramatic effects? “oh yeah, my pc has a rating of 5.9 (the max)” “oh damn, my pc’s only 2… can only play Vista’s and old games nia, pai seh pai seh”. of course, when you click for more information here and there, i can only see lame help-lines and sales pitches.
The rating though, is related to this little “category” thing. I am not quite sure about the rest of the categories, although it seems only the Games related ones are on “auto categorise”. Basically, whenever i install a game, whether it’s direct install or a port over form my old pc, the category/folder instantly recognises it, and adds it to the Game folder. This “add” though, is more of a quick link area.
This is helpful for some, albeit minor, reasons:
1) when you are forgetful as to where you have put the folders
2) when you want to de-clutter your desktop
3) when you seriously just want to login and play.
The ratings and performance was also meant to be shown with the games. However, it seems that other than the Vista pre-loaded games, it can’t do a comparison with other games that i currently own (which isn’t much). Also, COD4 wasn’t “auto-categorised” for some reason.
I have managed to install the various other things i need, and everything seems to be running fine. Most of the “Enhanced” features, or pre-loaded stuff by Dell, has not been tried because they look and feel TOO COMPLICATED. Obviously, Vista’s widgets-wannabe are working, but it’s not the same 
i kinda like the “overlay” feel, plus the panda widget that i was using, plus a whole host of other stuff too.
i mean, i know i shouldn’t compare vista to Mac, it’s just now the aesthetics are sssooo similar, it makes me miss Mac more.
aight end of another long, and useless post! 
<3
oh puh-leezzeee…
Ok look at this, and tell me what you think of it….
a) a skank posing in a photo
b) a beautiful girl in an artistic shot
c) hot stuff
personally, i would have gone for b) because it IS an artistic shot. Right now though, the int3rw3b and half of the other worldly media is giving Miley Cyrus the shits because they decided it was a RISQUE and sexual shot. Not to mention the scores of other photos on her myspace, which included pictures of her hugging and kissing her boyfriend, and some shots with her flipping the top of her bra at the camera, plus some pictures of her in a bikini in a bath tub with some gal pals. Media has decided to name those shots as sexually related and lesbian action.
holy shit.
I never knew bathing with friends while CLOTHED is considered lesbian action. I used to do that. And omg, kissing and hugging is sexual. Seriously, the girl’s 15, and that photoshoot for vanity fair IS artistic. Why is the media so willing to label someone a whore, slut or skanky just because they hug someone, kiss someone and they also act in Disney channel stuff?
She’s goddamn 15. let her be 15.
I smell some jealousy from the media, maybe they didn’t have a boyfriend/girlfriend till they were 21+++.
The Malaysian Dreamgirl… not.
For the past 2 weeks, the only other form of entertainment i have (that’s not watching stupid vapid girls hang all over the kitchen boys) was to watch shows over youtube. For all the trash that can appear on youtube, it’s an amazing way to be watching the “telly”.
ya, i don’t really watch tv anymore. i just buy seasons when they come out, if they do, and watch them that way. when i am broke though, there’s the youtube way.
Anyways, i picked up on the Malaysian Dreamgirl Contest. Infact, i did already know of its existence months ago, but i seriously dread beauty contests. In it, there’s such a wild amount of bitchiness that’s makes beauty pageants, and especially reality < insert wtfever female related > contests a brain numbing show. Not to mention the things contestants can say or do. i guess, about the only beauty pageant i ever really care to watch is Miss Universe, just so i can bitch about how ugly the Singaporean representative always is (compared to the other chicks), to my Dad. haha.
I guess every show is different, and Malaysian Dreamgirl is as cringe-worthy as with most other beauty pageants/reality modelling shows. what is so wrong about it too though is:
- how the label is “Malaysian Dreamgirl” and it’s in reality, a MODELLING pageant. There’s not many Asians above 1.7m in height, and of the final few contestants, in my humble opinion, i had hardly call them Malaysian Dreamgirl. If they were looking for a model, perhaps it should have been more… obvious? i mean, look at the applicants to the search, not many suited the height requirement itself.
- the obsessive amounts of screaming. I don’t know if it was the accoustics, or their mics, or just the girls themselves, it felt like i was in a toilet with a tape rolling out the screams. OH MY GOD, SHUT UP ALREADY. It’s not like you girls haven’t seen branded goods, had a makeover in one way or another, or hair products packed nicely in a box. urk.
- I know my english isn’t perfect, and i know not many people can easily handle multiple languages. it doesn’t make my skin crawl any less though to hear the English language being ripped a new asshole.
- The facade of “sisterhood” and them holding hands every time they go into the elimination shoot. at the end of it, everyone “hugs” but you can always see someone who’s not hugged, or just waved off. So mean, right? infront of camera too.
So anyways, my few favourites have been voted out, and all i am waiting to see is which of the finalists gets the prize, just for the kicks. Hey i am not pretty, and i am quite… lumpy? fat, whatever else you want to call it, but the fat girl loves to judge <3 <3
p.s At least, for the sake of it’s name, they should let Hanis win. She’s pretty, seems Andrew Models like her, can do runway, still very “malaysian” girly and loveable (IMO) - let her win no? Adeline looks more Taiwanese tv show host type, and Cindy has a modern “global citizen” feel to her… mewp.
Phew!
Finally. I get to breathe. It’s been a crazy 2 weeks. On top of hassling and harassing Dell to be a little bit more responsible with their customers, i have had to run my fair share of responsibility at work too. The last 2 weeks were anything BUT quiet at work. So, my wonderful plan of relaxing during the school hols and doing my essays were badly dashed (not that the essays were badly ignored).
So here’s a few things that happened in the past 2 weeks, because i am too lazy to go into sordid details
- minimum of 200 pax per night, exploding into almost 400 at one stage.
- Reading the 2020 ideas Summit, and just totally overwhelmed by the immense pressure on the Government to change, and the Government’s willingness to even listen - obviously whether they will act on it or not is yet to come. But… listening, wow… i have no words to describe how i feel, about the weight of responsibility on the Government to perform and how they have reacted accordingly.
- Having to train a few new people, a couple of whom were way older than me, and one of whom is a special needs person. In many ways, this is very challenging to me, as i highly respect older people and trying to “tell them what to do” sounds just a little silly. The special needs person needs a great lot more patience, and amazingly, i found myself more patient with her than with the retarded -100000 iq under 16s we have been getting.
- New 17 yr old chick started work with us, with an impressive resume of working 2 years in a mexican restaurant. However… she didn’t seem to have some basic… hospitality common sense. After an intense week, where she didn’t show up to work, and yet didn’t produce medical certification (mum didn’t let me outta the house!!), and still wanted to leave at 9.30 on a busy night (we ended at 11 that night) because she still wasn’t feeling well.. i kinda asked her where her priorities out. to which, she sulked and sulked, and was like, “so i can’t be sick?”
Sure you can, but you have only worked about… 4 shifts. and so far, you have already pulled one with no proof you were really sick. to the eyes of the new employer, it’s shoddy at best. but to ask to leave early when everyone’s busy? and then sulk like a 10 year old when refused?
Then she lost her bag, and i tried to hunt it down for her, even when my boss told me not to care (”tough luck chuck”). She found it somehow, and didn’t care to tell me and walked out. when i called and asked her, she was like, “oh you were talking to a customer, so i just left”. she could have left a message, and i was actually telling a customer to hold on… so i can find her bag. so, i told her exactly what i think of her. “That was incredibly rude and inconsiderate. i was actually worried, and you walked out without a word?” she giggled. GIGGLED. so i told her that’s not funny, see you next shift, *clicked*.
she resigned the next day saying i was rude and bitchy towards her and that is not the way one should treat an employee. maybe i was, but i think spending a whole hour doing something for her, and not even being waved bye at, so i could stop finding her bag, was something i don’t need.
- set up laptop to be gaming compatible. now i just have to find those cd-keys ~.~ Loving it though.
- One of my best managers resigned, bad working conditions so he says, reignited my questions to myself if i should just try to move on.
- One of my best mates got hitched and then ditched in Canada, so i went from feeling ecstatic but sad that she’s staying in Canada, to feeling sad but ecstatic that she’s coming back. :O
- Meow’s deciding water bowls ain’t good enough for her mouth. Damn cat.
I think that covers most of it. Needless to say, i am absolutely fluffed out and it’s already first day of the term -.- fuck me!
Stupid stupid stupid
First, may i just say that Guitar Hero on the DS seems just a little wrong, but looks hilariously fun anyways?
secondly, Dell’s fucked up, yet again. By now, i check the website everyday to see when the “waiting of peripherals” would be cleared. Today, not only was it cleared, it was marked “delivered, confirmed & signed by courier” - since MONDAY THE 21ST OF APRIL. uhm no, my off day was monday. I didn’t see no twat, nor hear no twat. and worst of all, i guess, i have yet to receive a phone call from anyone at any of the 3 numbers asking when i could possibly be at home to receive the laptop.
It’s anzac day this friday, tomorrow’s the last possible date to receive it before the long weekend, this looks like it’s not happening. When i called up Dell’s “post sales” customer care, the woman sound nice, seems to be smarter and warmer than the past 2 morons i have called. however, “well, it looks like it’s still within the delivery date…”
no, it’s not within the delivery date. when i ordered, it said 10 days. when you guys received the orders, you extended it to 2nd of May. Emails sent out to you were NOT responded to, and now it’s stated there that i have received the laptop since MONDAY, and i HAVE NOT.
she took time out to “check on” the courier service, which was not a part of Dell, and promised to call back within the day. by 4.49 p.m (i called at 12 noon) there was still no phone call. When i called back, she had not only forgotten my name, she has forgotten every little details that we have talked about. Granted that she may have had many cases to handle today, however, what if the couriers had deliver the laptop somewhere else? on top of all that, the grand works of things were: they still haven’t managed to reach the courier. GG
Finally, Landlady came in to inspect the house last week. Now, i haven’t been around whenever she inspected, mostly because she picks dates and times when we are busy, at work, or just really not available. Last Wednesday was an exception, and she did something real weird. She had walk into every room, but just “looked” at it. it’s to the point where there was a pile of soft toys beside my bed near the window, and she couldn’t even see it.
Which is, to say, she had no eye for the small details. Fair enough though, not everyone cares that much, especially since it wasn’t her home.
However, when she went into the laundry area to have a look, she opened it up, and instantly noticed the flooring was wet, and proceeded to suggest that it’s been wet for a while.
now, let me explain a few things. First, the laundry room is not quite a laundry room. it’s no bigger than a closet, perhaps about 1m by 1m by about 10 m (in height). big enough to fit say a 4kg - 5kg washer and dryer, but just barely. if the designer makes a machine too wide, it wouldn’t fit at all. There was no way for us to actually walk in and check on the flooring and considering the size of it, the machine covers the floor all the way to the door of the “cabinet”.
Secondly, the lightings within the same corridor doesn’t work. Hasn’t been and unless it’s fixed, never will. The electrical wires connecting the lights to the electricity flow was cut too short. In the darkness of the night, you can’t see anything once you open the cabinet door as it blocks out the corridor’s light. it’s such a small area though, that i can’t even take proper photos of it.
So, considering all that, the only time i have ever realised it was wet, was somewhere a couple of weeks ago, which i just assumed it was because i dropped my newly washed clothes and stepped on it some. Thereafter, it was only after she pointed it out to me, that i realised it’s wet.
and now, she’s suddenly told us something we never knew - under the carpetting were not tiles or concrete; it’s chiprock with possibly some wood underneath it all. and most likely, since the “water damage looks extensive” it might have rotted all the way to the bottom.
i don’t have high hopes of getting a new rental, do i?
all about growing up
when i was 11, i couldn’t wait to grow up. One particular incident drove that message home for me that i HAVE. TO. GROW. UP. FAST!! was when i went shopping with friends and got caned an inch to my death for lying to my parents about the whole trip.
I am now turning 27 this year, into the 2nd year of the 2nd quarter of my life. I still don’t feel like i have “grown up”, if much at all. It could be because i am still crazy, i am still studying, and i am still half as carefree. but there are cracks in my life that made me think of how the years flew by so fast since i was 11, how i regretted many things and wish i can go back and change them - and yet i probably wouldn’t because they were so character building.
Growing up though, isn’t all that it was made out to me when i was a kid. it’s not about shopping, or going out and having fun with friends. it’s not about having secrets with friends and ignoring everything else around you. There are bills to pay, there are work to be done and at the end of the day, 24 hours is still not enough - but for utterly different reasons.
The deadlines aren’t set by teachers, but by corporations, by your bosses, by yourself. these dates aren’t set so that you can fail but try again next year. These are called deadlines because if you miss it, it can be potentially damaging to you, your family or your career.
As i sat down on sunday, rolling and milling over the payroll, i started feeling my age. It was a real terrible weekend for me, because of the mounting tensions, dissatisfaction and unhappiness with myself and with the restaurant as a whole. As a manager, i have to shoulder the added responsibility of firing people, hiring people and ensuring staffs are happy and content.
unfortunately, humans aren’t easy to satisfy.
There were bitchings behind my back, one of the better staffs quit because of insensitive conversations with my boss, one girl cracked under the pressure, and suddenly all that tears and mistakes were my fault. oh hey, the buck has to stop somewhere - but i definitely didn’t make her cry albeit someone insisted to the boss i did -.-
looking at her and the gossipmonger’s payslip though, i wondered, why am i trying so hard for? what i am running forwards for? i can’t reconcile my goals with my current position in life. i don’t want to make people cry, i really hate stupid fucked in the head bitches and i quit my desk job to go into uni because i seriously hated desk jobs!
but guess where i was sitting at at that point in time, to ponder over my life? that’s right: at a desk piled with paperwork!
but with every unhappy event, there’s 2 happy ones. to say that i am utterly lost and unhappy now is wrong. learning to find the delicate balance between life, work and not dropping into a hell-hole is a hard job. but i can do it, i am after all… into the 2nd quarter of my life. This is a burden i can bear.
Woah Nelly!!
a few months ago, i thought i lost my earphones. in the corner, where my gorgeous but goddamn expensive Shure e2c were, were shredded pieces of wires - aka the cat gots to it! or i presumed so. i still haven’t found it yet, so i reverted back to my comfortable-but-too-big-for-my-head Sennheiser headphones.
I joined an elfster gift exchange just for the hell of it via Morrigan, a person i know on Lj, and listed a whole bunch of things that ranged from all right prices to wthwasshethinking?!?! prices… i have been enough gift exchanges to feel just a little on the negative side that i probably won’t get anything anyways.
Â
and today, the postman arrived, with a nice shiny little box.
it has a damn GORGEOUS, SWEET SOUNDING, NORMAL, UNSHREDDED PAIR OF SHURE EARPHONES!!! e2c is way out of “no longer in production” so this SCL2, by Shure as well, was a nice sweet one in it’s place. as far as i know though, SCL2 is pretty much a replacement of the e2c, so, in essence, i am getting the same thing back.
Â
^_^ Thanks to my ELF!!!! *bows everywhere in general* i am now a damn happy amateur audiophile.
Â
p.s i lost my internet due to some stupid bpay details change aapt is running through. we are trying to figure out where all 300 bux of the bills we pay went, so… guess no pictures upload >.<
Â
p.p.s long story short with Dell: they suck balls. the “supervisor” i talked to decided my call wasn’t important, and was probably “miscommunication”. made me “finish” my transaction with the dumb marketing lecturer, who promptly giggled at me through out the whole phone call. if not for the fact that the laptop is sweet…..
to plan illness on any other days…
Last saturday, my stomach started cramping up. I spent the whole morning sitting on the toilet bowl while trying not to doze off. for some reason, i have been extremely exhausted in the past couple of weeks, so every single minute and hour counted when it comes to bed time.
I couldn’t find the medication, and felt too weak and tired to get out of house, so i just called work sick, and went back to bed. Considering the past few months, not to mention the busy seasons… this shouldn’t be a problem right? I mean, with my new boss i have no history of deliberate missed days before. zilch, nada… not to mention, i have no life outside of work and school + some gaming.
About 6 hours i later, i woke up. I was still exhausted, and also realised i probably slept anywhere between 12-16 hours. and… i was still tired?!?! stomach was now churning air inside me, and whilst i do have pills for digestion and stuff, i highly doubt they would help. People who know me, also know that i am highly susceptible to stomachaches, diarrheas, in and especially around my PMS time.
The next morning, i found a missed call and a text message for work, asking me if i could come in to work *the night before*. Those messages were placed about an hour after i called into work sick. I must have missed it while i slept. It shouldn’t have been a problem though, but i called and apologise anyways for not picking up the phone.
When i got into work, after setting up, i was pulled aside to be talked to. They were disappointed and felt stressed by my absence. That i would do so when i knew the boss was going to be away, on a Saturday night no less, was the biggest disappointment and let down. “Your absence caused some stress on the team.” I was told. and the other problem was, i didn’t pick up the call from my Restaurant manager. And every time i tried to say something, “don’t argue with me, i am just passing on a message from the boss…” no, i can’t defend myself, but when i tried to explain stuff, he told me it’s a load of shit.
Sirs, i don’t know about you, but people fall sick. We don’t choose when we fall sick, we just fall sick. No one in this restaurant is indispensable, not even you sirs. I could be the first to go, but at no point in time would i be sorely missed. The business ran well long before my existence, and so it should run along fine after i have left. If by my absence on one night out of so many, could cause “stress on the team”, then some things have gone wrong, and someone’s not doing their job.
I have, on record and through everyone’s knowledge of me, do not go out, come to work most days on time and have never needed to call in sick for any other reason but for being really sick. I love my workplace, there is no need for me to be anywhere else but home and school and work.
The fact is, I have let you down less times unknowingly than you have let me down knowingly.
And it is heart breaking that i can’t even be sick, and not have to come to work.
My knees shook on Sunday night when i work, from dehydration. and yet you were still so hung up over thinking that i possibly faked my illness on Saturday night that you failed to see that. Instead, you keep harping on the small mistakes that happened, that were never big on your agenda before.
So, whether you were just having a big weekend, or truly felt i was doing something else that’s not work, please… just sit down and think through by history with this company. And then grow up. Don’t tell me people work despite being “crooked”, because we serve food sirs, not lingerie, and because I would never let you guys down when it’s really that serious, unlike yous.
being busy is fun!
Saturday. i had about two hours worth of a break with no one to walk around town with me. Sometimes it’s lonely, friends who are attached, working or otherwise occupied and not around me… it does get lonely. So i took walks around town, into the comics shop, into the mall, sat down and have a read through my readings for this week - the works. Then i sauntered past the gyms.
I know i posted i wanted to be fitter. If anyone had a glance at the nike plus site though, last time i did anything that resembles some form of exercise was a few months ago. Work is of course, draining, but that seriously doesn’t constitute exercise - even though i do spend 5 hours walking around in circles.
I pause and pursed my lips. “oh wtf ever.” i muttered to myself, walked in, signed up and left before my “conversations with myself” can stop me. So now, i have filled my days up with work, school AND gym. GG, very much, GG.
And unlike the year before last, i actually turned up when i said i will, after some procrastination of course. I sat there for a couple hours, waiting to be “inducted” to the machineries in the gym only to find out that they thought i wasn’t coming (despite me telling them i was already there, an hour early too). So, i had a quick run down on how to operate the machines that i intend to start with, and i did some warm up and left.
That sounds like i kind of defeated the purpose of being there, no? Well, i did wake up at 5a.m that day, to be inducted, but wonderfully missed the bus. So, by 7 am, i was feeling just a little on the “flailing” side.
The whole session taught me something though: While i can still touch my toes, my belly’s very much in the way. :O Some other minor stuff: I can barely do 20 sit-ups, my push-ups sucks, and God, do i still hate running.
and, there’s a little old lady there who’s got more stamina than me.
I FAIL!!! lol…
At any rate, while sitting inside the gym, i receive texts from the doctor - yet again. Wondering how i am, why am i not caring to respond to his texts. Now, i will admit, i am utterly stupid. I have had a couple of people not on my phone list because the phone decided that those are not mobile numbers if they are not in a certain format (or something like that). I assumed it was a friend of mine, and responded promptly that i was ok, and sorry for delays in messaging since i was busy at work.
It was only after i clicked send that i realised it was mister poofta.
Anxious that he will take it as a good sign, i responded that he’s a scary stalker, and would rather not associate with him. He immediately responded saying that he’s not, and is a rather caring, loving person underneath it all (uhm, dual personality syndrome maybe? or Bi-polar?). But, to shove him off, i said i would go dinner with him come Wednesday.
He was so happy, he spammed me every day thereafter. “hey sweetie, thought of me today? ;)” “hi, how are you?” “thinking of you”
*twitch*
The thought of going out with him soon dwindled… and then, wonderfully, i got a call to push a project meeting forward to tonight, as well as a dinner, so i did, and texted him urgently that i have to go.
This was instantly met with calling me names. “you are playing games with me, and that’s shitty.” “calling this off last minute, you are horrible”
and something in me snapped. i have never once told him i liked him enough to even want to hang out with him. he’s someone i don’t even know. and here’s him assuming shit about me, and behaving like a brat who’s candy got ripped from his very lips. “my life don’t fucking revolve around you, but me. if i had enough of a social life, it not so much be concerned with someone i barely know, i.e YOU, but me. guess we should stop trying to have dinner. have a good life. bye.”
I mean, seriously. have anyone seen my timetable lately? i didn’t even know wtf i signed up for a gym, other than to ensure i have enough time to do something NOT school or work related - nothing stress related at all! or, to get fit. I have barely time for alot of things i wanted to do, planned to do, but i think i would enjoy it. who is HE, a random fuck off the streets, come demand a slice of my time. MY time. ugh.
obnoxious little prick. maybe that’s why he’s 35 and his ex gf didn’t even think of moving overseas with him.
no one can be trusted
a few months ago, i discussed the possibility of a 2 year tenancy with my landlord. The thing was, he had some problems with his ex tenants, and out of being “careful” he wrote up a 6 months tenancy. he did offer us to write up 2 yrs lease, but the terms were not favourable (upping the rent to any amount, any time kind of situation). so, we stayed on the 6 months lease, with his partner laughingly saying “don’t worry, it’s definitely yours for the next 2 to 5 yrs at least! we won’t be back”.
so now, a few months down the road, i suddenly got an email from him.
they are selling their business, and coming back. my lease ends on the 20th of march, so this is “in good time”. considering that this is the busiest property period of Canberra, most agencies don’t really like international students, this is NOT a good time to look for a new place. despite his comforting words of “you will have at least 2 months after the lease to look for a place - we won’t sell the business that quickly”, it doesn’t help. this IS still the busiest time of the year to look for a new rental property.
1 month. can i do it this time? find a place that won’t jipp me and make me move in 12 months time?
argh.
astonishing…
it’s been an amazing week and a half. no, i didn’t go on a holiday. i have been postponing my “week or more off” week after week after week. if it wasn’t for shortage of staffs, it was because something important came up and i can’t just leave work.
i finally settled for valentine’s day week. i asked for a week off. to be honest, it sound like he wasn’t happy about it, but we joked about it and i think he said it’s ok. but it’s been a few weeks since. so, i don’t know if anyone remembered. oh wells. if it’s not approved, i will just get another one later on. i so need a break from work. i have just been dreaming of work while sleeping too.
what was so amazing anyways? this young girl came in for dinner and ran off without paying, for the second time. i think the stupidest thing about it all is that - we know who she is, her name and address. and yet she did it again, and somehow still found a way out of paying it. so we called her up this time and insisted she pay or juvie it is for her.
and then, she decided to tell her mum our manager sexually threatened her. and not only that, she claims that we didn’t check her id and gave her alcohol.
now excuse me. i checked her id. it claimed that she’s 19. secondly, i heard the entire conversation on our side. all he said was, “this is what i am going to do if you don’t give me back the money - go to the police”. her first few questions were, “are you threatening me?” erm, no, this is what we should have done the first time you came in and ran, you dumb bitch.
and regardless of all that, her mum called us and tried to BARGAIN with us, using those 2 points, so that she doesn’t have to pay that $500, and saying we provided terrible service within those 2 points. no ma’am, that wasn’t a service, especially since your daughter came in with NO intention of paying. no money = no service, all right? you are not so special that i had go out of my way to entertain you.
i am still totally bowled over. what right does a thief have to come bargain with us? why would a sixteen year old lie to the one person who’s struggling to save her? sure, we all keep secrets from our parents, but to go so far as to change the story of what really happened (she told her mum the guy was meant to pay, she left earlier to catch the bus)… when your mum is trying to save you from a juvie record, that’s so not helping yourself.
and the poor delusional mother. she insisted her daughter wouldn’t have a fake ID. she knows her daughter really well, yada, yada, they are really close. i am sorry babe, but if that’s entirely true, then you KNOW she planned to come and have a free dinner on us, and then didn’t stop her. that makes you an accomplice.
on a personal note though, seriously, think about it. when i was sixteen, i did many things i wasn’t proud of. i still haven’t told my parents about those “yesteryears” yet, much less the recent events in my life. just coz you go shopping with your daughter doesn’t make you a “special best friend” to her either. you are STILL her parent. there are still things that they would NEVER tell you.
it’s time to smell the roses and grasp the thorns. geez.
a need for change, maybe
i re-pierced my ears on sunday, based purely on a whim. and unlike most other times, where i often choose my favourite amethyst studs, i chose a pink pair of studs to shoot myself with. It’s been so long since those holes have sealed up, and since i have last re-pierced it. would it stay open? would it be used? stay tune ^_^
meanwhile, i am sitting here feeling just a little unsatisfied with life. don’t ask me why, maybe it’s just the hot weather. i am tired of being a student, tired of temping somewhere so i can get some money through school. i am just wondering… how hard is it for a singaporean to get shitty work visas in united states? like, a work visa to work in… restaurants? not just waitressing, but anything… just anything!
Currently, my entire weeks are filled with work. when i am not working, i am too tired from work to do anything else other than lazed around the house. let me just emphasize on this: i am still drained from work AFTER resting. so i need a life, outside of work. or maybe, i just need to move on with my life, and find something new.
i did do some different stuff though, no matter how minor or how insignificant. i stop being the grouch i was, and started interacting with my “new friends” on the new server in WoW more. they are not crazy, i tell you. they are MAD ^_______^
i started reading more mangas and comics, although they do leave me in tears - DAMN CLIFFHANGERS!
Genbu Kaiden 7 was released ^_^ so i am a happy camper, until i read to the end and discovered another massive cliffhanger. it’s been what, a year since her last book came out (at least) so i sincerely hope she wouldn’t kill me with suspense =_=;; it’s extremely unsettling.
I discovered loveless because of… Ebay! i needed cat ears to transform the headset (ahem, i know i meant to do it since, zomg, at least a year ago!). while i have yet to find a satisfactory nekomimi for my headset (just ordered a moonphase version from ebay), i decided to read Loveless to find out what’s it about.
It’s yaoi.
It doesn’t disgust me or anything, but for some reason, i have always equate yaoi manga to fetish manga to… hentai manga. which, for some reason again, i have often associate it as SHALLOW storylines behind all of them. Loveless just proved me wrong, and i will tell you, i am still breathlessly awaiting the next book to find out MORE. What’s happening?!?! why’s septimal moon trying to kill Seimei?!!? Whyyy and howw did Ritsuka lost his memories? *pant pant*
On another note, i have decided to mod my DS. soon, it will become similar to a palm top, hehe, just better AND PINK! ^^
p.s i know i am rambling randomly. don’t worry.
annoying stuff…
ok, so i got bored at work.
anyways, here’s my open letter to potential recruits. this is something i think people should do at interviews and trials, regardless of the job you are applying for.
Dear Potential Recruits:
There are ads everyday to look for people to hire, and i will tell you why. of the 10 or so people that applies, about 8 will be given a training/trial and then only about 2 will go on to be hired. Some of you are outrightly not suitable for the job, be it personality or schedule wise. i am not trying to be a wise-crack - some companies, particularly like ours, have a strict policy on the PERSONALITIES that we hire.
we do occassionally get some that falls through the crack, but stayed on because they push the rest of us along. so, here’s a few things NOT to do. i mean, seriously, during a trial and probation period, the last thing you want to do is to fuck things up, particularly if you want the job. so here’s a list of pet peeves of mine that i was watching in the last 2 weeks.
1) mill around like there’s nothing to do. currently, i have 3-5 experienced staffs on per night, as compared to 5 newbs like you. sure, there’s nothing much to do when all of you are on food and clearing. but… if *I* can find something to do, and i am supposed to delegate my jobs away, SO CAN YOU. please don’t do nothing, it’s a sure sign of “this person doesn’t need a job”.
2) lie to me. seriously, i didn’t hire people to tell me tall tales. i have my mum for that. when i tell you to clean something, CLEAN IT. telling me “everything’s done!” when there’s a blatantly dirty table in front of me is about as impressive as a zit.
3) walk around in groups to talk. hello… again, it’s almost the same as point 1). you are hired to work. if you can talk and do nothing, then the money is better spent coming to me, since i can expand myself over 3 sections as long as i have 1 person as a busser.
4) Lie on your resume. This is slightly different from point 2), and here’s why: Canberra isn’t a big place. seriously, my left foot would have met your great aunt’s best friend’s sister’s cousin’s colleague’s husband. telling us “omg, my boss at my other work place gave me an iphone as a reward for christmas” etc etc, sounds impressive UNTIL we found out your boss is your mum. plus a few other factors… you don’t need the job.
5) don’t think you are indispensable. ya, we hired coz we are short staffed. we aren’t desperate either, which is why i haven’t gone on leave yet. the moment i feel confident, i will. meanwhile, i am more than willing to cover a zillion sections whilst people train up or get fired. so, don’t be too cocky. this is hospitality. NO ONE IS INDISPENSABLE!
6) doing something you have been explicitly told NOT to do. don’t use that computer, don’t leave tables dirty, don’t forget to clean the high-chairs. darlings, these aren’t hollow commands, i need things to run like a clockwork. i need you to queue up behind people, so there’s breathing spaces between meals for the kitchen to cook the food. i don’t like any one of you touching the tills coz i have been losing money. babies are highly sensitive to dirty crap - as customers should be anyways.
i DO check on your jobs, and again, you are hired or fired based on those little minute things. they may mean nothing to you, or seem nothing to you. but little things add up to big impressions for customers. tonight, i have complaints that stemmed more from bad attitude than bad food. people return to places based on their previous experiences there. so, IMPRESS me.
just because your mum hired you, doesn’t mean i will hire you. just because you are great at customer service, but suck at doing any other work, doesn’t mean i will hire you.
i like -
- friendly people
- hardworking people
- honest and trustworthy people
I mean, the world’s not perfect, so i don’t expect you to be. but surely. surely surely, you as a 15 yr old applying for a job, or 17, would understand that if people hire you YOU HAVE TO BE WORKING, RIGHT?!?! good. thanks.
love, sometimes,
shazz
from rags to riches
a month ago, a guy turned up for late lunch where i work. Being the Assistant store manager, because his meal had some problems with it, and because i was pretty much the only other person on, i had to fix his meals. As usual, i tried to talk to customers, apologise to him for the mistake and we talk about things until his meal was fixed.
So, it turned out that he’s a doctor, trained in America. he doesn’t like to be stuck in one place, so he has been using work as an excuse to move from place to place. i think he did something like “medicine without borders” too. he was here to look for an apartment/house so that he has a new place to move into when he starts work here.
at the end of it, he gave me his contact details so i could find him a temporary place to stay, as he still wasn’t able to find a place and that was his last afternoon here.
in the past few weeks, we have been exchanging emails. he would constantly ask me if i was attached, why wouldn’t i consider him, why haven’t i fallen in love with him yet and marrying him would get me a citizenship. part of them have to be in jest, and the other part sounds like it was all in earnest.
so i told him, i am not accustomed to even talking about my personal life to random customers. keyword: customer. However, as a sign of friendship, i am willing to go out for a date with him or something. work though, obviously comes first. everything else, infact, comes first.
after all, he’s not someone i actually know.
so when i got called into work tonight, i texted him to apologise. then he got mad, and asked me why am i turning him down.
me: i am not turning you down, i have got work. besides, i am not interested in you, i am just being friendly with you by agreeing to a night out.
him: not interested? why don’t you appreciate a nice guy like me who would like you?
me: not that i don’t appreciate you - i am not looking for anyone in particular. besides, i don’t even know you, and i am too busy for anything else but work, school & me.
him: no time for me? I told you my feelings but you are turning me down. that’s not good enough (etc etc etc). Don’t you understand, being with me, all your current struggles are gone. you don’t need to worry about money and all those things.
now, this is when i got mad. i am poor, and i am hardly educated by today’s standards - but i want to work my way there, i want to be of use to people. i want to make a difference. i am NOT going to hang off someone’s coat tails to the end of my life. i don’t think ANY woman should be. but that’s my opinion, and i will LIVE by it.
me: excuse me, but i don’t see them as struggles but character building. i don’t wish to rely and survive on people’s coat tails - so no, i don’t see a single silver of a possibility of any future with you.
him: that’s not called running on people’s coat tails, that’s called helping each other out in a relationship. guess you don’t understand what a relationship is. Goodbye Cheryl
Well goodbye too. i don’t think you understand what a relationship is, but it’s definitely not telling people that you are the silver lining in the cloud that everyone wants.
P.S although, now i can tell my mum, that little materialistic bitch, that i have rejected a potential suitor who’s also a doctor. lmao!!!
shirking work
Dear Little Bitch at work:
Tonight, if everything had went as planned, you would have been the third person on the floor. Inexperienced as you are, i probably wouldn’t have given you anything to do beyond clearing the place up and bringing it food.
Someone was asked to come in tonight - and she did. so in reality, you would have been a helpful fourth really, because then all we need to concentrate our efforts on is getting orders in and meals out. Sunday nights aren’t usually busy, especially on the off-pay weeks.
At 16 years old, i guess i can hardly expect you to have any work ethics. i just find it rather amusing that the other 16 year olds, and even the 15 year old that came right after you, knows how to read the roster for the next week. You on the other hand, expected me to call you and tell you the roster on a weekly basis.
After the initial “you have your own responsibility to find out your own roster, not anyone else’s” call, you managed to realise that for a week, before you went back to depending on me to tell you the roster - albeit this time you call me at work to tell it to you.
I know too, that you have a fear of public speaking. there’s a few options for you:
1) suck it in, and talk to customers.
2) quit
3) learn public speaking elsewhere and come back.
You know, i can’t do public speaking very well either. that’s why i rush through my convos with customers half the time. but, like you, i applied for the job, and everyone knows what a waitress do - talk to customers! so if you think you can’t handle it… QUIT?!!
DON’T YOU EVER DARE TELL ANYONE THAT I TOLD YOU YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO WORK, ON A NIGHT WHEN WE ARE ALREADY SHORT STAFFED.
you fucking little bitch.
i am specially coming in on my day off to fire you.
yes, i did and will always be able to handle multiple tables/customers on my own, but YOU are something i don’t need to handle. i don’t need anyone LYING to my immediate superiors that i fucked up when i didn’t. i can tell them i fucked up myself, if i did. so go away, and go hide in macdonald’s.
fucking cunt.
Revelation
Saw a stripper tonight, and realised i have better boobs than her. She’s got those tragic ones where if she leans back even the slightest… nothing’s there. poor girl <3 yeah, my C-cup’s all right, thanks ^_^ (instead, maybe i should by the eco groceries bag, looks sooo cute :D)
Meanwhile, i looked at boobs in the office tonight, and was like “ok, so maybe you guys are all right…” i must be going insane.
While i was busy with real life, all my favorite animes had their little endings. Due to the stupid internet here, i decided not to risk it and went straight out to buy the manga. While obviously, mangas would have some differences as compared to the resultant animes, this didn’t mean that they wouldn’t satisfy me or bring out any different emotions from me.
i CRIED when i read the last volume in Märchen Awakens Romance. It was so sad, and while i am not ruining it for anyone, i would like to say…. damn, i would so marry seiyuus and manga story writers just for their voices/brains *_*
thanks to Paingasm Mike, i found a new genre of music that is not only loud, it has fabulous lyrics/melody to it. well, ok, it’s not a new genre, but i guess i never realised it’s existence. there were many times, i was wondering how come no one ever thought of trying to mix good lyrics (NO SCREAMING OF WEIRD SHIT) with good pop/rock music, WITH, perhaps, sometimes classical instruments.
guess i haven’t been looking in the right places. i still like some random stuff here and there, but for once, i can sit down and listen to the whole album and agree with all the songs there.
It’s called Symphonic Metal. thanks SO much. I am plowing my way through all the recommended bands/songs, but i am currently hooked on:
Nightwish (Amaranth makes me cry)
Within Temptation
Nightwish’s touring Sydney/Melbourne et al come February. i hope to go for it, but i don’t dare to travel Sydney solo, without knowing the place that well lol. I have to go to Enmore - currently, that place sounds scary. I know i shouldn’t be listening to stupid people, but the same guy who told me i am not white enough for my name tells me the people who frequents there (aka goths) are brainless people.
Thanks, you homo.
final revelation - Australian Post was forcing one of my “bus mates” to sign an AWA with them, aka a training postman contract with just about NO benefits (no superannuation, no holidays, no penalty rates).
What the gh3y.
P.S i am looking for corsets, preferably just a little over the hips, and nice frilly skirts. so, someone! make me some :p or find em….
ALL ABOARD!!!
i had a massive craving for true blue singaporean/malaysian curry today. there was another problem with that though - i don’t really feel like a coconut based curry today anyways. just the smell, chicken + potatoes would be awesome.
so i ran about, got the groceries done for it, although i can’t remember much of the recipe, and then i cooked and cooked. obviously, like i said, i forgot the recipe. i chucked in so much chilli, i think i almost killed waife when he “trialled” it. oops, sorry.
the oddity though, was that i was craving for coconut flavored rice though! :p so, i made coconut rice to go with it. so for a nice hour or so, the kitchen smelt of curry -YUM. thanks. love you so much oh dear God who created curry. i was possibly kissing the very pot that the curry was simmering in.
and because it was a massive pot worth, i now have curry to last me for a few days - that’s if i properly portion them out rather than swooping the rest of it tomorrow. hahahaha!! \(>.>)/
anyways, i have been watching Kiba (an anime) the whole day. i am currently mentally retarded from sitting infront of the monitor for that long. i tried to wake early today for a run, but being insomniac, i could barely wake today before the heat itself woke me up.
with heat rashes biting at me, i am not about to go run and get myself more itchy, so there. no run today (more excuses coming up).
p.s one can hope to be married in hello kitty stylez muahahaha!!
meanwhile, my Strapya worth of stuff are still not here yet. i got worried a few days ago, because i managed to get some stuff that was mailed on the 27th of December from Canada, on like, the third or something. so where’s my Strapya stuff that was sent on 15th from Japan? I emailed them, and all i got was “please wait patiently for your stuff”.
i understand, there were lotsa public holidays, lotsa mails that would have blown up post office. but as i googled today, i got real mad. from what i could see, some people have gotten their fukubukuro bags already - the main thing i was looking forward to.
so i emailed them back, basically saying if i don’t get my things by the 15th (marking the 1 month mark), i am requesting a refund and that’s that. because, obviously, to me, i am not getting it. every morning, i had run to the mailbox, till i have to go to work, because i was expecting it since… what… 2 weeks ago? the sheer disappointment can not be described
i don’t think i can ever explain my intense love for fangirl items, accessories and everything fabulously cute under the sun.
ah.
ok, WoW time. been logging in to a lonely lineage 2 time, it’s depressing, so i am going to take Paingasm to an edge of some WoW cliff and tell him to walk the line. w00t
sadface
i was flipping through some magazines, TWO OFF DAYS!! so i rewarded myself with loads of female magazines to doze on.
for some reason, going through all the goss, all the “real life stories” about how people have favorite genres of music, sporting teams, blah blah blah…
i feel like i have no personality at all. i know little to nothing about my favorite singers, and even then they are no way near being a “favorite” singer, since i don’t actually buy any of the albums they produce, and only like a few songs here and there.
i used to think that’s an awesome trait, being someone that’s not modelled after someone else - but now, i realised i have barely any conversation starting points too.
gah.
sleep needed!
night!
i am not that lucky.. am i?
To allay some questions and worries, no i am not turning alcoholic. i have never drunk before other than for baptismal reasons, because i never saw a reason to. Because I was thinking of learning how to appreciate wine, the only way to start is to build a palate - which means i have to start drinking somewhere.
my idea of starting with champagne failed miserably because the taste just about made me want to puke.
So, the other idea of trying from a mixed drink point of view appealed alot more - particularly since lemon ruski tasted like lemon squash with a little bitter after-taste. unfortunately…
Let me repeat what happened after just a few sips. Firstly, someone mentioned i was starting to look like a lobster, and everyone was worried initially that perhaps, since i have never drunk before, i was probably straight out drunk from the first third of the drink. I was very sober, lol… but i was also starting to feel drowsy - like i have worked for the whole day and was about to drop dead. i was working quite alot the whole week, that is true, and that was why i wasn’t concerned initially.
It had never occurred to me i might be drowsy from other effects, other than what Sare said when she was here, “champagne makes me sleepy”. but i was just so uncontrollably sleepy that i just brushed it off, after all, i did had a hectic past month or so.
When i woke up on New Year’s Day, i was bright red everywhere except my neck and face, swollen, and itching uncontrollably. “uh-oh”, i thought, ” i must be allergic to vodka or something.” i had only eaten a chicken and avo sub from subway, and some chicken kebabs after the vodka that i highly doubt that i was allergic to something new besides the vodka. Hospital visits are going to be a pain, time-wise, so i dumped myself into a cold bath, since my body temperature was rising, and sat there while waiting for the time to pass so i can go to work. i mean, since it felt like a mild allergic reaction (i haven’t died in my sleep right then), i should be ok soon right?
it got worse, not better.
i woke up today, with the swelling going mad - i can’t even see the beginning of my knuckles. there was a patch of itchiness so huge that it formed a lump, while my thighs were beginning to look like the neon pink lights out of any red light district. so i bundled up and visited the doc.
Expecting nothing but a bad case of allergic reaction, i was just a little stumped when he asked me, “you know that some Chinese people have genes that doesn’t break down the alcohol properly right?”
“what?”
it seems he wasn’t very well informed on this subject either, but knows enough to tell me that some eastern asians, particularly the Chinese, Japanese and Koreans have mutated genes that doesn’t break down alcohol properly. In normal people, the genes are supposed to break alcohol into harmless vinegar or something for the stomach, however, people with abnormal mutations of the gene does very little or no break down of the alcohol at all. In extreme cases, the first symptoms would be deep flushing. this can also be confused with people who are obviously drunk.
some of the other symptoms were: drowsiness (or extreme drowsiness), nausea and dizziness. Later symptoms can include (but are not necessarily exhibited) skin itchiness and swelling.
There is some info on wiki here… but there’s obviously more literature that needs to be covered that hasn’t been written up or something.
The bottom line is - i can’t drink. lol! because aside from squinty eyes and yellow skin, i inherited other traits of my race that’s meant to be unique! :p It is kind of hilarious when i think of it, all these years of not drinking because i couldn’t care to - now i know i actually can’t anyways.
obviously though, the doctor wasn’t informed enough. after trawling through some sites, i realised i wasn’t that unique like what he said, and that about 50% of the population actually has it. also, he reckons the skin swelling and irritation comes from being allergic to vodka - which could also be true since i did have about 3 - 5 sips worth of champagne on christmas. however, judging from the symptoms and stuff, and chances of someone being allergic to vodka in the first place, i had like to think that i am not allergic to vodka after all.
i mean, hello… i don’t think i am that lucky to deserve a double whammy, would i!?!?
anyways, this means that until i somehow pass the toxic out of my body, i would still itch and swell for a while as he gave me anti-histamines instead for the supposed allergy. but if it works - hell, i did have a double whammy - time to buy lottery tickets. w00h00!
where’s the year gone?!?!
i started the year with plenty of hopes and stuff to do on my wishlist (not to mention to buy as well, lol) and then now, i just turned around and the whole year’s gone! wtf?!?!
With this year, i have suddenly realised many things, in the process of which i hope i have grown up. And of the few things that “people should do before they die” i have done:
- Got myself deported
- had a budget holiday, in a not so budget way!
- stayed in a place where i actually enjoy staying in
- got myself a kitten!
- ATE SCALLOPS!
- attended a friend’s wedding (finally!)
i did started writing a book, but i trashed it, yet again. someday, i will get there.
Despite all that though, i realised i have not fulfilled a single thing on last year’s resolutions. albeit i did kind of get a new job… i also went straight back into the comforting arms of my original job =.= FAIL!! i did also start exercising somewhat, but until work settles into a lesser routine, i am not likely to be able to continue the exercise regime much. i mean, seriously, take today for example, i have slept almost the whole day and i am still tired.
other things that i managed to do despite not being on the list:
- sent dad some money
- getting my head around some sort of financial planning (Which only falls apart because i wasn’t saving prior to that and then had to blow some money on getting deported)
- SENT SOME DAMN CARDS OUT!!!! for christmas
- reading books that i told myself aren’t reading materials i.e management books.
and so, while it’s not quite the end of the year, i should be finalising some resolutions shouldn’t i? WILL GET ON IT!
p.s some of you aren’t getting cards, because i am mailing you presents. and because i am a dumb cunt, you might receive it much later than anticipated. SORRY!
Also, Shadow-chan, l2 is downloading SLOWLY for me. don’t know why just yet, but almost there!
fucking cabbies
so, apparently cabs in Singapore are changing their rates to be more confusing now.
to be honest, i don’t even know wtf they charge rates for, beyond the ERP charges (charges for going into the cbd area - which is fair and reasonable since there are toll-charges to drivers who go into the cbd area). Unlike some countries/areas, there’s way more cabs than is necessary in Singapore. as such, everyone of them are vying for customers.
The only problem is, none of them value customers. They choose when they want to pick up. like, hello, we have other modes of transports that are, while not so nice and individualistic, pretty efficient.
My problems with canberra cabs maybe plenty, but i don’t have much problems with the overall service. at the end of the day, it’s either an individual cabby (and seriously, i only had problems with one in my whole time here because he’s a dumb shit) or just the call center that’s very irresponsible.
With Singapore cabbies though… it’s a different story. i can wave one down, who has “available” lighted up, who will not stop for me. because of the midnight charges, between 11-12 midnight, i would find a sudden lack of cabs. and then they all mysteriously appear after midnight.
and then, there’s always the cabby driver who… does not even know where “Raffles Hotel” or city hall is. seriously, you are singaporean - YOU CAN NOT POSSIBLY NOT KNOW WHERE CITY HALL OR RAFFLES HOTEL IS! that one cab driver who told me that, insisted so hard that it’s definitely down Little India (despite me saying i know where it is), still insisted i pay the exorbitant rush-hour rate.
so, why are they increasing prices? their service sucks, their ethics sucks and at the end of the day, everyone from the top to the bottom of the chain have awful attitudes. i would rather rollerblade to and fro, if i have to.
no wait - I WILL JUST IMMIGRATE! yeah. dumbass.
mew mew mew
Having an 8 week old kitten around the house is like having a newborn baby, who knows how to run at top speed and have incredibly sharp claws and teeth, around the house. Truffle sleeps about 16 hours a day, sometimes 18 i think. the time she is awake though, is spent destroying my arms, legs, hairs, towels, underwear and Fudge’s ass.
yeah, i don’t know why, she had pat fudge’s ass every time she walks past him. when he isn’t looking, she raises herself on her hind legs in a “i am guna eat j00!!!!” stance. at the moment, i think it’s more likely that Fudge will destroy her before she does him.
in the last week and so that i have gotten Truffle, i don’t think i have slept more than 5 hours per night, if i was lucky. As i was warned that she likes alot of human attention - which in animal speak means being in the same room as humans - i don’t sleep with her outside of my room. what this means is sometimes i get lucky, and she only takes over half my pillow. the other times, by the time the night is half gone, she’s all stretched out across my pillow, and i am either on the other pillow or am left pillow-less.
but most days though, i am kept awake through out the night when she isn’t asleep. i get my back, legs and feet clawed out, or i be waking to noises that were created from her trying to fight with my now-quite-long hair.
the night that i threw her out of my room, she woke the whole neighborhood up with her crying, so that plan was pretty quickly scrapped.
she has gotten better since the first 3 nights though, and so far haven’t made a single crying noise since. that doesn’t mean that the scratching has stopped. on top of all that, she has decided that my hair and my feet are out to get her while i am asleep. so my whole body has become a huge racing track when i am asleep, on which she runs to and fro between my hair and my feet trying to catch them.
on top of ALL THAT. she has to follow me into bathrooms. firstly, she has decided if i have taken off my pants, that is a nice place to sit in. if i hang my underwear above that (read: around my ankles) then, my underwear is a good place to hang off. when i am taking a shower, the water is something to be played with! WTF EVER HAPPENED TO CATS HATE WATER?!?!
what about the damn rabbit?
AH!!!!!
they have now decided they are best friends for parts of the day.
when i am out.
and have taken to showing each other how to get to the difficult to get to parts of the house, where are the best spots to take a piss (my pillow) and to take a shit (the wall and my blanket). the best things to bite a hole into: my underwears.
they have even taken to sharing their foods and waters. while it doesn’t sound so bad at first sight, it’s bad for a rabbit to eat carnivore food, so he’s getting back into his hutch, fat fuck.
when i have to get dress for work and stuff, i find them both crowding around my feet in a way as if to trip me over.
at the end of the day though, i love them. absolutely am in love, floored by their craziness - which reflects the probable personalities of my kids by the way - and will die to protect their life and soul. ah…
need some air
so tonight, was a shit night. i like how i blog about shit nights now, it’s great for venting stuff off my chest.
i don’t get those 2 bitches, what do they hope to achieve from this job? what do they want from me?
2 weeks now, they have been doing the floor roster on days that they work in the day. these 2 weeks too, they have chucked themselves on the laziest sections, but have also asked other people to do it for them to the point where all they are doing the whole night is either stand at the front or back of the house, and yap or smile at their images in the mirror.
i don’t mind them putting me in busy sections. i love it. at the same time too, in my current role, i can’t afford them doing shit all the whole night. you’re never going to have happy, satisfied employees all the time, but when you let them watch assholes get away with being lazy cunts, you’re going to breed more assholes.
the worst thing is, i had to train someone new tonight who had no “initiative” common sense. so i literally had to watch her from a corner. when suggested that one of the 2 bitches switch sections with me, they started yelling bloody murder. one utterly ignores me, while the other decided to “teach me how to be a supervisor”.
“if you want to be a supervisor, you got to learn to run a section and be able to train a new one at the same time. last time, mel could do it and she was all right. i don’t mind helping you, but not all the whole section.”
“uhm, if i am going to be supervisor, i will do it my way, not yours.”
“then if i don’t want to help you, that’s my way and my choice.”
you mean, omg, asking you to work is your choice? why do you come to work then? eh.
and talking about the old Mel. while i was trying to come up with a slightly better idea of training people, i decided to ask the staff that trained under Mel’s wonderful 8 step program how i could better it. to my utter shock and horror - they were never really trained. just chucked a menu, told what to do with it and the sections, and then abandoned.
and that was the extent of her “training”. with people with hospitality background, or good common sense, her lack of training was totally hidden. it was with the inexperienced that it was glaring - and that’s where Kara showed up.
infront of the old staff and people she knew and respected her though, i decided not to say anything. she no longer works with us and there’s no point in being a bitch behind her. perhaps she had her reasons.
but when i was slugged tonight by Vi, i wondered how much she really knew of everyone that worked here. it shows her “intelligence”, and shows alot of her mentality. i kept quiet still though, and watched as she left me.
she didn’t think much of me as a supervisor.
she thinks she could do better than me.
she thinks mel was better than me.
and i know, i know, neither of them would ever listen to me.
carefactor?
ZERO.
it just bites a little, that they cared to suggest to the acting manager i DIDN’T WANT TO DO MY SECTION. when tonight, they were the ones that 1) didn’t want to do a busy section and 2) didn’t want to do their sections when it looked like it was getting busy. that i wasn’t good because, omg, i didn’t fit the Mel image.
The acting manager was funny though. i am sure boss had say something to him about our “great” relationship, and what he thinks of those 2. instead of taking their sides though, and doing absolutely nothing, he dragged Vi out and gave her a talking to. she stomped back in, and said everyone’s fucked up and sulked the whole night till…
i sent her home for being useless.
HAHAHAHAHA
sounds real bitchy but damn, that felt good.
especially after how she smirked and said, “boss won’t ever send me home” on saturday.
damn i am getting evil.
struggling with my inner demons…
When i was 12, my mum was as much of a bitch as she is now to me, albeit a more physically violent one than she is today. at that point, whenever she wields a cane in my face, i cower and beg for forgiveness and to please be let off, which falls on deaf ears anyways as i get whipped into a corner.
One day though, i had enough. amidst my tears and struggles to run away from being whipped into another corner, i snapped. i shoved her, took the cane, whipped her a few times before throwing it out of the window, 10 stories into the oblivion.
that was the beginning of me being physically violent towards my mum and learning to unleash, and then restrain my anger which threatens to overwhelm me many times in my life.
since i have been in australia, i found that it was so much easier to control my anger here than back home. perhaps it’s just my mum, perhaps it’s the atmosphere here, but i don’t get agitated as much.
tonight though, was different.
Table A ordered their desserts first, and Table B had something similar. Ching was attending to table B, where else Tall Boy was doing A. We have a new guy in the kitchen who was fucking slow with everything, and did everything one at a time. When Table A’s desserts came up, i handed them to Tall Boy.
Ching immediately started whining that her table should get it first, since they already have half of the docket, and i pointed out that it’s the same as Table A - they were waiting on 1 meal too so first in, first out. at the end of it, her point is *HER* table matters more than anyone else, therefore they should get it first.
she huffed at me, and then i go, “right, so fucking take something out before you walk out.” as she and her “friend” have a tendency to just take ONLY their own customers’ meals.
“fuck you cheryl, you’re a fucking idiot.”
“so are you”
“you are a fucking bitch.”
“gratz on learning a new word.”
i am so mad. so mad. i was trembling with anger, i wanted to just reach out and unleashed and just grab her head and knock it against the wall a few times. who the FUCK cares about anger management?!?! her face can do with some re-arrangement!
i am proud to say, that i held back. i ran near her a few times, i contemplated stalking her out of work so i can slam her into the wall a few times - but i didn’t. i didn’t, and my heart’s still racing when i think of her, my head’s still raging against her existence - but i can NOT, and will NOT give in to violence.
so.
how do i do this? because, i know, it’s just waiting for that one day. that ONE DAY when i will just explode at her stupidity, her princessy manner and i will go wham! and her head will meet something hard with my help.
