Saturday, August 25, 2007
Work yesterday sucked. I mean, work itself doesn't suck, it's just that the crowd was damn effed up yesterday. Sure we welcome crowds, but when the crowds are selfish and inconsiderate, it can really take its toll.
Yesterday I worked from 4 till closing, supposedly to cover for Syaf but she, being the lovely dear that she is, ended up staying as well. She was supposed to study for her CMC, but she couldn't squeeze in anymore so she pitched in for closing. So did Jossie. Love them both.
Anyway, what pissed me off was the condition of the store, especially the al fresco area, at around 11ish, nearing closing. It was, to put it kindly, disgusting.
I went out to do bussing and was visually assaulted by practically every unoccupied table occupied with plastic cups, mugs, trays and plates, and miscellaneous garbage (like sugar puddles, spills, sticky straws and stirrers, crumbs/lumps of wet food, cigarettes whatever). I mean, the tables were overflowing with things, like, my God.
Plus, some customers decided to treat the store like their father's house and drag chairs and tables all over the damn place and leave them like that. SO RUDE CAN.
I have no problem with you taking a few chairs or joining two tables together to accommodate a big group but the bloody least you can do is put them bloody back together right? Or if not, don't leave such a freaking hugeass mess lah! Bloody fuck.
What do you guys do with your food seriously? Throw pieces of cheesecake or muffin at each other? Make sugar snow? Are you customers or animals?
I think I spent about twenty minutes clearing everything. I tried to arrange all the tables and chairs but I gave up after realising my attempts were futile because the other customers were sitting on the missing chairs/using the missing chairs as bag/feet rests.
I think we should make it a rule for people to dispose of their own rubbish after patronising any cafe or whatever. As long as it is disposable, throw it away. If it's a plate or a mug, then never mind, just leave it there. I was just so damn annoyed that people actually felt comfortable just leaving such a huge mess at a public place. It's not just simply leaving cups and plates on the table, it's like Let's Get Creative With Our Garbage Time!
Let's take ten sachets of sugar per drink (doesn't matter what drink it is, we're not going to put it in our drinks anyway), as many straws and stirrers as we can, grab a bunch of serviettes, and oh, don't forget the five cups of ice water (my favourite!). Then let's grab another table and as many chairs as we can (one for my bag and another for my feet, and maybe another just for fun), play around with our food (make sugar castles and have a crumb generating competition), linger around for at least three to five hours and not give a damn that the place is closing in five minutes, basically must make as huge a mess as possible (oh, don't forget to leave all the chairs and tables in their random positions), assuming the baristas have superhuman strength and stamina to handle our crap as well as clean up after us.
Sounds like a fantastic plan! Woohoo!
Chee. Uglyass customers.
Of course I'm not referring to each and every customer as uglyass, some are nice enough to return plates and whatnot.
But the others. Oh wells.
Just wanted to bitch about that for abit. Good night everybody.
@ 5:15 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
designer : kathleen
image : jde
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