Sunday, August 12, 2007

The past few days have been such a whirl.


Thursday was so utterly and completely insane I can't even begin to describe the level of insanity involved. It was National Day, as you all should know, and I was doing opening. People were coming in at 8 in the morning to chope seats and I'm like, Are you all okay??


I was bracing myself for crowds, and the slam started at 4ish. I was doing Frappuccinos, and I was all alone out there. Haha. I think I had a dozen drinks to make at any one time and I tell you I was so goddamn lost.


But the real crowd came at 5ish, and that was when all hell broke loose in SBOF. The line snaked all the way out of the store, the area outside was so jam packed we couldn't even move to do bussing, the back room was congested due to tied up rubbish bags because we couldn't do a trash run. Like, my God.


I was supposed to clock out at 3, but I ended up staying till 7 because of the crowd. STOP IT WITH THE ICE WATER PEOPLE. I mean, honestly, can't you freaking SEE that there's a long line and we probably (no, really) have no time to take your stupid ice water for you?


My various reactions; " OH you want WHAT? ICE WATER? OKAY SURE! (in a hysterically happy voice while grinning manically) "


" I'm sorry I can't hear you! (goes back to whatever I was doing in the first place) "


" HUH? Oh Okay (mumbles incoherently and wanders off)... "


" (smiles benignly while ignoring request) " I only do this if the customer is damn rude and pisses me off. Lol.


" (takes ice cubes and throws it at customer) " This one is fake. Haha.


I say, if customers say service in Singapore has a long way to go, the customers themselves have a long way to go in being gracious patrons. By being demanding and rude, they are only just demeaning and contradicting themselves by saying " Service in Singapore sucks. "


To them, ice water might be a small thing, but to us, it is a plastic cup wasted, a bunch of ice cubes wasted and precious seconds wasted! They don't pay anything for ice water, but we sacrifice time and stock which could be better used elsewhere, i.e for customers who order drinks.


What's worse, they ask for three or four cups at a time! That's fantastic! It's not like we have an ice water dispenser, we only have one filtered water dispenser on the floor and it is damn freaking slow so pardon us if we seem abit pissed that you ask for ice water.


LMAO. Sorry. I'm imagining the customers' reactions if I really throw ice cubes at them. HAHA! It'll be like Coyote Ugly, when a guy asks for water and gets sprayed with a water jet. Only this time it's more painful since the customer not only wants water, but ICE water. Hah.


Anyway, horrors, we ran out of straws! Of all things to run out of! Boss took a bunch of straws from Black Angus, and sent me off to the rescue. I had to battle through the throng at City Hall MRT to get to the Starbucks at Raffles City with a stupid bar mocha stain on my white polo tee (thank God I brought my cardigan) to get a big bag full of straws. I felt so noble.


When I came back the crowd was still going strong. I wish I could say the same about my legs. I couldn't feel them anymore and my stomach was aching real bad as I only had a measly bagel for the whole day. The police had cordoned off the whole One Fullerton area so people who came after 6 couldn't enter and were stuck right outside Starbucks. HAHA! I actually had to show my partner's card as proof that I was working there. As if the straws weren't enough.


Poor Sarah got stuck, but she finally managed to enter via another route. I finally punched out and sat down with Sarah and Shahidah. Thank you dears, for coming down. I wanted Han and Atiqah to be there too, so it would be like old times. It has been eons since we all went out as a bunch. Miss you guys.


Too bad I didn't see the boats. I'm sure you did fine honey.


The fireworks were beautiful.


After the whole thing, the place looked like a freaking warzone can! LITTER ALL OVER THE FREAKING PLACE bloody hell. Check out Sarah's blog for pics.

The poor bushes were trampled, there was newspapers strewn all over the ground, food packets all over the place, the dustbins were overflowing. The cleaners were having a field day picking them all up.
I must admit though, it was an enriching experience. I lost weight from all the running around. Haha!
Saturday was. Wells. Lovely.
Spent the night (and morning) with Hanif. It's been a while since I've found someone whose sole company I can enjoy.
I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to
To make you mine
Stay with me tonight
But the one little ducky with a feather on its back
He ruled the others with a
quack quack quack
quack quack QUACK!
Didn't feel like going home at all. Yes yes, but then again since when do I feel like going home. I know.
Amin was supposed to shoot me today, but the poor guy's down with flu. Take care monster.
So I stayed at home, hummed to myself, and freaking completed my assignments lar sey! *pats myself on back*
"I just called to ask you what're you doing."
No hello, no nothing. Just a " Do you miss me? "
Pantat.

@ 4:50 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.
Enjoy.

Y

SYAF LOVES

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

N

SYAF HATES

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


SYAF WANTS

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

YOU SAY


THERE YOU GO.

{♥} shikin
{♥} atiqah
{♥} sarah
{♥} syafs
{♥} azura
{♥} ilyana
{♥} nurul
{♥} syaf
{♥} jocelyn
{♥} laila
{♥} aiman
{♥} SBOFpirates!
{♥} friend
{♥} friend

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