Wednesday, February 28, 2007
The best thing to be doing at 11.30 at night is stock-taking. NOT!
Stock-taking is best done with a clear and uncluttered mind, and without inconsiderate Pastamaniastaff screaming and laughing at the top of their voices.If not, you'll end up sitting on the floorrummaging through boxes of fake nails, trying desperately to sort them in order and not miscount.
That was what I was doing yesterday night. At Tampines Mall. When all the shopping center lights were switched off, and all the late-night cinema-goers looking at me weird. What, never see people dostock-take before meh?? So my parents kindly fetched me, with my dad nearly falling asleep at thewheel, causing the van to veer from side to side like a drunk dog and my mum shrieking at him.
Actually, I find stock-taking fun (maybe because that was my first time, and stock-taking for pushcartis peanuts) but not until it stretches that late into the night. I reached home way past midnight,thanking God I switched shift with Callixta today, so I can sleep in. Yes I know, my blog has beenuntouched since VDay, but can you blame me? Work has been monopolizing my life like never before!
I just keep thinking about the pay, the pay, the pay. Work is alright, can get mindnumbingly boring sometimes, and the customers keep getting dumber and dumber, sooooo it's not what I wouldcall like a dream job or anything. At least the scheduling is flexible, so I can plan my days offtwo weeks in advance, and just tell the management I can't work on those days. Cool huh.
I miss everybody. How have you all been doing?? I'm going out with my beloved 2/2 girlstomorrow. Whee! We're going bowling, and watching a movie. I BETTER get my pay today or I'llstrangle somebody. Can you bowl with fake nails on? Hmmm. I have this beautiful set on, and I'mscared they'll break or something. Because of my stupid job, I'm starting to take better careof my nails, wearing faux nails, getting the hang of nail art, and it's fun lah! In a truly girlyway, I mean, every girl wants to have nice nails right. And you can't just wear faux nails whenyour real nails are like shit, because the faux nails either won't fit, or they'll look weird.
I have so many deluded customers who insist on premium faux nails when their nails look like theyjust came out from a cave somewhere in the Amazon, and the faux nails CANNOT BLOODY FIT. Then theygo like, but I like the colour... (in a whiny voice) and I'm like, EH CB your nails are like SHITso please get out of my sight!!! Plus the premium faux nails are slim and tapered so it's obviouslymade for ladies with NICE and TAKEN CARE OF nails.
I don't see why people who cannot take care of their nails come to Shugar. It's obvious that weare a nail art outlet, and we don't do things like classic or french manicures, and we DO NOT dopedicures, so if you want to patronize our outlet, at least have decent nails, or go to a propernail spa to repair your nails first! We do NAIL ART, NOT NAIL PLASTIC SURGERY, so our stickersand stones cannot mask the disgusting-ness of your badly damaged cuticles, or stumpy nails, orbitten down to the skin nails, or whatever. GAHHHHH!!!!
Ahh. Glad to get that off my chest.
And then there are the cheapskate but still oh so bitchy customers, who think they are a class above the staff serving them. These are the seriously irritating ones, the ones whose eyes I want to scratch out and who I really need to smack.
Never mind, I don't want to spoil my late morning bitching about them. And besides, it's not as fun just blogging, I need to bitch WITH people about stupid customers, so it's funner.
Anyhoo, I haven't been watching teevee at all. Haha. and I haven't been taking care of myself, health-wise. I caught the flu a few days ago, which thankfully, didn't blow up to be a high fever, but it did simmer down to a painfully sore throat, which made me lose my freaking voice. But I still went to work okay! Only I couldn't attend to customers, and when I did, scared them away. LOL.
Now my voice is super sexy, I like. I kind of want it to stay this way. Maybe it will. If I continue to gorge on nachos with extra cheese and creampuffs. Ahh but then my body wouldn't match the voice. HAHAHA okay I'm talking nonsense.
I'm hungry! I will go eat my mee rebus now. Ta!
@ 8:50 PM
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Le horreur! They sent me to Tampines Mall! Gahh, I am in such an unglam state right now. Apparently there is a serious shortage of staff, so they called me up and asked me if I minded workin at Tampines. I'm like, Duh of course I mind what kind of question is that??Then they psycho me seh, they said got straight bus from Woodlands whatsoever, and bam, here I am taking care of a stupid pushcart in Tampines Mall. Wtf.But then again, there is eye candy aplenty, and the pushcart is on the fourth level, which is makan haven I tell you. There's Kopitiam, Phin's Beerhaus and Grille, Pastamania, LJS, Seoul Garden, I can get popcorn and nachos at the cinema nearby... So I can make full use of my, urmm, friendliness to, you know, make friends and stuff.Phin's rocks okay, there's this waiter who is tragically NOT hot, but he's super nice because I was looking at the menu and almost drooling when he said, " You want, student meal? " Which was a fantastic deal okay, $6.90 for a main (choose from fish and chips, grilled fish spag, sliced beef spag, baked rice and something else I can't remember), soup of the day, garlic bread and a drink.I said, " But I'm not a student anymore."He said, " Student pass, you have? "I said, " Yah. I have. Ezlink ah? "He said, " Yah, can get student meal. "So my colleague, who is definitely not a student anymore, wanted to use my student pass to order fish and chips student meal, but the waiter didn't even ask for a student pass. Plus, he actually served the meal to our pushcart, and not in styrofoam, but in plates and all. He even had a coaster for the drink!We were like, Sial ah.... Okay, foreign talent rocks.And hey, it's Vday today. I just realised I've never celebrated Vday with a boyfriend. Haha. Cupid should just grow up. Or, he should do me a favour and get me a rich boyfriend with a nice face and ass already!Yesterday, there were so many couples with bouquets and teddy bears. And not to mention all the schoolkids swarming Precious Thots. They forgot to swarm the pushcart, that's for sure. I swear, taking care of a pushcart is the MOST FUCKBORING thing on Earth. And it doesn't help that the cash register is a bitch. I spent half the day stoning. Never mind, I'm getting paid for stoning so it's okay.I took 168 and I almost got lost. It doesn't stop exactly at the interchange you see, so I dropped somewhere at Tampines Library with no clue where to go. LOL! I tried to look like I've done that before, followed some ITE guys, and reached Tamp Mall safe and sound. I shall take this as prep for my days in TP.Yeap, I've already submitted the JAE thinger, and no, I didn't put JC as my first choice because I still think JC can go to hell (no offence to all JC people, it just isn't my thing) and yes, I put VC at TP as my first choice. Then it looked kind of weird putting one sole, single choice only, so I plucked random courses with interesting names and put them down. Haha that was fun.I wanted to be a bitch and put all the JCs I'm eligible for as the last 6 choices because wouldn't that be so ironic? But then again, it would be pretentious, like I'm proving too much of a point so I didn't. My first choice already proves my point. And then some.And my pay is going to be gone. Soon. I'm gona get myself six months worth of contact lens, a few more tees and the rest is probably going to go to food, and the BITCH ULTIMO, adult fare.I'm such a hopeless at money managing, I went and bought myself a bag, which is damn cute because it's a small little slingbag, and it's red, and me and Syafs bargained it down to 20 bucks from, I duno, 26? Plus the 24 I owed Syafs for red pumps and silver bangles, and 10 for a fabulous long blue skirt from Syafs' Mom's boutique. It's so damn gorgeous, I had to buy it lah.I need to lock my money up somewhere in Bahrain or something.Okay, enough blogging. Ta! And to all you couples, don't forget to use protection!
@ 8:00 PM
Friday, February 09, 2007
Can I scream again and again and freak everybody out and maybe crack a few windows? And I mean, in pure happyness.When I put on my pinafore and smoothed out the creases and examined how fat it made me look in the mirror, I didn't know what to think. Or what to expect, rather. I was thinking to myself, Eh bitch, this is what you've been slogging your lazy ass away for four (okay, maybe two and a quarter) years okay.And yeah, I'm just happy as hell now.When I got my results, I just went blank, and I turned around and people were telling me to relax and not to cry, and so many things were going round in my head. And I felt my eyes tearing up as I read through my slip again. A1 for English, Pure Lit and Higher Malay. B3 for Chemistry and Combined Humans, and B4 for Physics.L1R5 = 11, minus 4 bonus points, 7.All I can say is, THANK GOD MAN.It was nothing I expected. At all.:)Congrats to Anderson Class of 06. Love y'all!
@ 6:08 AM
Sunday, February 04, 2007
I'm feeling slightly under the weather today. My nose is half-blocked and my throat's itchy. And I have to work night shift today. Crap.Oy, I managed to swallow pills! Twice!You know how I don't do pills right. Because of motherlovin Panadol. It got stuck in my throat and dissolved the first time I tried it and it was so nasty I almost fainted, thus leaving a psychological scar in my young impressionable mind.From then on, any pills I got, it'll be the toilet who does the swallowing.But yesterday my cold was so bad I actually went Ah eff this. Besides, the pills didn't look as menacing as Panadol. They were tiny and a nice pale yellow. So I followed ( I can't really remember who but I think it's Husna) Husna's advice to hold alot of water in my mouth, pop the pill in (so you can't really feel it in your mouth) and swallow! Worked wonders.But the pills didn't really work and I'm still having a cold today. NB.Fantastic, it looks like it's going to rain. If it does, I'm just going to take out my contacts, jump in my bed, wrap myself up and knock off. Sounds so nice.BUT I can't do that because my customer's coming today to measure her nails and whatnot.Eh what the hell man. I can't believe results are so freakin near. My mum didn't know until yesterday. She thought the results were coming out end of the month. I'm like, NO MA. It's this FRIDAY! And she was like, OH REALLY?? I didn't know hehehe.I feel so out of touch. Perhaps it's the fact that I haven't been to an educational institute (other than TP, but that was solely for a social purpose), I haven't even mentioned the word 'school' in a long time, I haven't laid eyes on my pinafore as it's in my wardrobe collecting dust and my textbooks are probably rotting away, along with everything the teachers have crammed into my brain for the past ten years.Also, most of my friends are in JC now, slaving their lives away over subjects I've never heard of, waking up at ungodly hours, running rounds for PE..Hey, suddenly I don't feel so bad.Okay, before you come strangle me, please remember, I too am slaving away earning money (which goes to the ultimate bitch that is adult fare), with payday nowhere in sight, and I have to work night shift today and I am SICK.Okay, I'm off to get ready for work. Ta!PS: A reason why I like night shift. Many many eye candy! Mwahahaha.
@ 9:11 PM
Friday, February 02, 2007
Off day today! Actually I'm bored stiff at home. Nothing to do, no nails to paint, no colleagues to crap around with, no lunching with Syafs, no handling bitchy customers...I can't believe how disgusting some Singaporean customers can be. And they say the service industry needs sprucing up. Hello, maybe if we learn to be gracious customers, that salesgirl won't be so rude, or that waiter won't be so slow.After countless " Hi, can I help you? " I'm starting to get a teeny bit sick of it. And it's only one week of work! I hate repetition you know. It's so pointless. I'm already dreaming of what to do when payday comes. Obviously you all know the answer. It's a four letter word and rhymes with chop. Duh!But thankfully, 9 out of 10 customers I've served are nice and civilised people. 1 out of that 9 might be a little weird or off balance, but it still beats having picky, rude or condescending customers.Take this lady. I asked her if I could help her. You know what the cow did? She held up her hand with her index finger outstretched and pushed it in my face. You know, that gesture which says, Please shut up and stop bothering me. Eh bodoh, I was asking only right? Who the hell do you think you are? Sheesh.Then another girl. Again, I asked if I could help. She looked at me, and said, " Oh, never mind. I know all this. I used to be a manicurist, " in a tone aimed to make me feel stupid and inferior. Macam sial kan. I mean, seriously. I WAS JUST ASKING IF I COULD HELP.Of course there are those who blatantly ignore my greeting. Then when I go back to the counter, then they go, " Eh hello excuse me! I want this! How much ah? " These cavepeople can go eff off. Disgusting. I bet if these people go shopping in France, they would have been spat on already.Because I'm a part-timer, I don't really do manicures. So I have to go upfront and handle customers. But I do alot of nail art. Which is damn fun. And takes the stress away from the job. Also, having nice colleagues help too. Love!Shit. The tummy I was starting to lose at the beginning of work has come back! Oh my God. Syafs, I'm really sorry, but I can't lunch with you as often anymore. Maybe twice a week. Plus, adult fare's really eating my allowance up. Sucks man. I really think it's unfair that we have to pay adult fare if we're not in JC now. So what if I'm not schooling anymore?? I'm still technically a student, just taking a break from studies.Have some pity lah. Or get me a job that pays me a thousand a week.I can't believe results are out in a week. Or less. I can't believe it. My knees are shaking just thinking about it. GAHHH.The train to work always has eye candy. The train from work is a different story. Lol, random. What? I'm a single girl. I need eye candy to maintain sanity.Eh I need to play pool soon, or I'll go mad. I NEED THE STICK. Hahah!Ahhh. Back to Syafs' present. Ta!
@ 12:29 AM
SYAF I AM
Okay, so I'm this girl right.
Who had big plans to change the world.
When I was young, I wanted to be either a zoologist, veterinarian or pilot.
I wanted to travel and help eradicate poverty.
And then when this girl grows up, she's all like, fack that!
She becomes guilty of things she never thought she'd have done.
She meets people of all shapes and sizes, some beautiful, some downright fugly.
Both inside and outside.
She becomes acquainted with some things called failure and commitment.
She realises love is as elusive as, perhaps, weight loss.
I let my inner demon out through my art.
green eyes on hot guys, red and purple shoes, pepper and cream puffs, lincoln park at midnight
sitting on carpark roofs talking nonsense, meaningful silences, chewy cookie bits in vanilla ice cream
chocolate icing, shopping till my legs give out, smiling at random people, thinking about stuff
panadol or whatever pills for that matter, retarded nails, losing my voice, being broke
bananas, my thighs and big ass, man boobs, seeing something i really like but discovering that it costs a bomb
levi's jeans, pimple cream, fake lashes, hair dye, a bigger paycheque, M&Ms
new specs, and possibly a hotass guy to sweep me off my feet
THERE YOU GO.
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