ah, been a while since i posted eh? so here’s a pict for you to laugh at. all the act-cuteness drives me crazy too, don’t worry.

It’s halloween at work tonight, and technically, we were all supposed to dress up for halloween after all. it never happened though, and i was the only one on the floor who was dressed up. adamant that i will NOT remove my wings (after all, Vye and Ching could stay in their t-shirt and i don’t know wtf kampung clothes, so why should i change to look as uglified as them?!?!), i got re-shuffled into the kitchen pass instead of working on an actual section. Other than the fact that i lost 60 bux in tips (what niccie got instead for taking over my section), and having to face and train retarded new recruits, i don’t know what i should have been bitter over. Infact, my only problems were recruits the entire night, rather than moronic customers who returned 4 sauces in a row, and weird ones who ran away, so i should be glad.

Except, after a dry spell of 3 weeks without proper tips now, and having to face retarded recruits in that duration is driving me fucking nuts. i am stressed out from my exams and essays, and at work i have idiots who doesn’t listen to instructions, does not care for instructions and doesn’t seem to understand instructions.

1) left is for cutlery, right is for rammos. you throw them in the wrong direction, you cut the person who fucking cleans either one of the buckets if they aren’t prepared for knives in the rammos. that’s 4 people in a row now that have thrown knives in and didn’t care so much to take it out. so if i tell you to do your job, and do it right, and to rectify it by removing the damn knife from the bucket, do it.

don’t be all lame and tell me you are not putting your hands into the disgusting bucket. you throw it in, you take it out. you have absolutly no consideration for anyone who works here if you expect them to rectify the mistakes for you. fucktard. you think we enjoy putting our hands into god-awful buckets? but we APPLIED for the job, you included. so do what your job entails you to do - listen to instructions.

2) YOU… and YOU and YOU applied for the job to be a goddamn waitress. not the in-house hooker. stop trying to chat up the bar and the kitchen, especially when i am on duty in the kitchen. keep the fuck out. when i say you talk to the kitchen through me, i mean TALK TO ME NOT TO THE KITCHEN. and, it’s not because i am nazi or i love your voice. believe me, the last thing i really want is a female voice nagging off at me while i am marking off the docket ok. it’s because the kitchen hates hearing 193928392832 voices from the same direction and it’s because they complained to the new boss about you and your slutty ways. infact, you know those talks with the boss you had lately?

that’s right, you are going to get fired from this place soon if you don’t stop trying to chat up the entire company’s worth of guys. it’s all right if it’s not busy, i don’t think we really care, because i know at least i don’t. but 20 minutes after every 5 seconds worth of work? go die.

the other 2 of you? one of you is toeing that line, and the other one… you’ve already caused enough trouble tonight. i pray to god u don’t cause more, not because i like you, but because we are short-handed and will be even more so soon. however, i would gladly take on 3 sections if it comes to that.

remember, if you don’t listen to instructions, it’s always your fault, not the customers’.

3) the 2 bitches - i don’t know how you have been brought up. as far as i am concerned though, i usually wear new shoes with bandaids, and any sports shoes with socks.

maybe you thought it was cute eh, walking around with half your feet outta your shoes. but we are a restaurant. the image of stinky feet comes to mind when i see your feet hanging out of your shoes - it’s not the least bit attractive, cute, “MO-EE” or “KAWAII” so you can remove it from your mind. i am sure some customers would sympathise with you, but most might just think why are you so stupid?

going to Don and asking to switch to pass, when you are so unreliable and when he’s desperately trying to stop me from being presented to the world, and when he’s in a bad mood already from the mistakes you make - all will suffice to make him send you home because you are perfectly useless. trying to act cute ala anime style just pissed him off.

again - sports shoes = wear socks. new shoes = wear stockings/socks/bandaids.

being vengeful, and putting an entire table’s meals on hold when he sent you home, resulting in an entire table’s meals being an hour late will only get you fired, not just sent home.

yer, i would hate being you.

4) Dear Lina (one of the 3 recruits in 2) )

you have been here approximately 3months now, plus minus a few weeks yer? anything within the 60s range is in section 7, you knew that long enough. you also know that we re-arrange that table sometimes, so it can have weird numbers but they are present on the computers. when i said 66, and even pointed where it might be, and asked you to go ask Vye where it might be, i know you had be confused. infact, i expected you to be.

but on the 5th time you ask me where 66 is, i lost it ok. do i look like i am on section 7? do i look like vye? if i am to actually bring you there and point out the table to you, it lost the purpose of me being on the pass, and you running the plates. i might as well have brought it there myself.

also, i know you double check, sometimes triple check your orders. but, the point is, when you are actually TAKING THE ORDERS, you also attempt to verify the orders right there and then. not when you are already at the computer. 5 times tonight, you have fucked up orders. you are not only pissing me off, you are pissing customers off, you are pissing the kitchen off and you are pissing the managers off.

you missed work thrice last week, was late as many times. you pay about as much attention to your surroundings as a git: i have yelled your name 847398274832 times since you first started work 3 months back, and never once did you actually showed any sign of response, whether i was far away or directly behind your ass. Unless you gave us a fake name, i thought you would respond to it. yet, with the new recruit Mols, you have talked to her so much, it’s looking bad on her too. and you even tried to train her as well as order me around.

oh, and also, you stalk us around the goddamn restaurant while i am trying to train her. please fuck off back to the hole that you come from, you are distracting her with her childish giggle-fits that arised for no absolute reason and you are definitely the wrong person to train anyone.

especially because you have asked me 94839829048 times if to get you chargeable sauces for free, for drinks that doesn’t exist in the restaurant, for the most impossible meals to make, and for asking weird and retarded questions.

yes, i admit, i am bitchy and hateful tonight.

i love you too.

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It’s almost the end of the semester, and in a couple of weeks i will have my finals. i am reading through Anthony Beevor’s Berlin: The Downfall of 1945 as a supplementary reading to my International Politics, and i am varying between being sick and being totally unhappy. Maybe i am not cut out to be studying politics, since i can not do things without relating to my feelings in some form on manner.

“After the red Army Captured the city a special commission was sent there to investigate the manufacture of soap and leather from ‘corpses of citizens of the USSR, Poland and other countries killed in German concentration camps’. In 1943 Professor Spanner and Assistant Professor Volman had begun to experiment. They then built special facilities for production. ‘The examination of the premises of the Anatomical Institute revealed 148 human corpses which were stored for the production of soap, of which 126 were male corpses, eighteen female and four children. Eighty male corpses and two female corpses were without heads. Eighty-Nine human heads were also found.’ All corpses and heads were stored in metal containers in an alcohol-carbolic solution. It appears that most of the corpses came from Stutthof concentration camp, near the city. ‘The exeuted people whose corpses were used for making soap were of different nationalities, but mostly Poles, Russians and Uzbeks.’ The work evidently received official approval, considering the high rank of its visitors. ‘The Anatomical Institute was visited by the Minister of Education Rust and Minister of Health Care Konti. Gaultier of Danzig Albert Förster visited the institute in 1944 when soap was already produced. He examined all the premises of the Anatomical Institute and i think he knew about the production of soap from human corpses.’ The most astonishing aspects of this appalling story are that nothing was destroyed before the Red Army arrived and that Professor Spanner and his associates never faced charges after the war. The processing of corpses was not a crime” (Beevor, 2002:pp94-95)

I know i have shown Sheetle this a few weeks ago, and i myself have since read and re-read that particular paragraph in utter disbelief, sometimes despair, and other times wondering why. being in politics, it’s hard to avoid the ugliness that sometimes comes with being human. in wars, and arguments, in political fights, sometimes humantiy is forgotten, even discarded, in the march towards being the most “powerful”.

i still can’t grasp it. i can’t grasp how one can hold people in rooms, and gas them to deaths, and look at their dying faces with joy or indifference. while it may not be a crime, i don’t get how people could hold someone else’s husband/wife, child, next of kin, dead in their arms, and then processes them into soaps or anything for that matter. regardless of HOW “degenerate” a person may seem, aren’t we all people too? is there a heart involved in politics? is there a place for the heart to exist?

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hrm… i have been busy lately, what with exams and stuff, to update this site. i am probably more active on livejournal now because i have the option of choosing who i want to show my entries to. as such, i have taken off the plugin for connecting this site with that. it’s not that i am being deliberately secretive, however, since i am also posting up pictures of me and my work place, i have to make sure the people i show are the people i want to show to, and not just some randoms on the internet.

add in a couple of stalkers, and retard fucks, i really prefer letting only people i know, or semi know, see the rest of the people involved in my life.

moving along though!

my classmate, Emma, and i were chatting at her cafe in belco yesterday. so she was just grumbling about how short handed she was, and while she was glad they got rid of a prick that they didn’t like (but didn’t dare fire coz he reminded them of the little street punks back in china with lotsa “connections”), she was afraid of being overwhelmed. somewhere in mid discussion, i mentioned i don’t mind helping her if she’s really short handed. paid or not, i really didn’t care. it’s just a couple of hours anyways.

somewhere later last night, she msn-ed me, asking if i could come in and work today for her, prior to my classes, so i just said ok and turned up early and just worked. suddenly, our mutual classmate basically told me, “so how’s your first day here?”

“eh? just for today what… they are short today…”

“no, ems said that you be working for them permanently… as a casual, through out summer or something…”

“eh… !??! how come i don’t know?!?!” YA! how is it that all these important things flew past my head?!?!

now i suddenly felt cornered LOL… i have no shoes meant for this place. i mean, i have black boots, but… it’s not exactly work cover-alls. secondly, they are paying me 10 bux per hour, cash. it’s not bad money, considering that after taxes, at minimum wages, i had probably get the same. however, i had prefer a little more dough, coz i really really want to go home. at that rate, unless i am working 8 hours a day for them, for 40 days straight, i won’t be really having the excess money to go home and splurge on my parents.

Finally… it’s going to be awkward if i don’t want to work for them any more or something how?!?!

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