why are you upset about things that dont concern you?
i very angry when i take the freaking mrt. i heard this blardy woman with her maid and two young girls about ages 8-10. then they were walking out of hougang mrt and the woman ( assuming its the girls' mother from the shit she was blabbing ) yup. she was like 'that man ah. got two young girls in front of him he still pretend never see, continue talking to the girlfriend. SO RUDE AH ' and she was very angry and kept ranting to the poor maid who could only agree with her as this blardy woman kind of controls her future, her life. and the poor girls were like,' what happen??' then the woman just continue talking about the man, criticizing him. the maid just said, ' mummy angry...'
seriously what the heck? the blardy woman thinks that the man should give up his seat to her daughters? have you seen an old man giving up seat to an ablie-bodied young woman? that would be fucking ridiculous. how is the woman going to accept the seat. she got face to accept the seat anot. the mrt picture depicts 4 scenarios: 1) the pregnant 2) the disabled 3) the old 4) those carrying children. NOT CHILDREN. NOT CHILDREN.
NOT CHILDREN.
children need to work anot. children need to carry heavy stuff anot. ( unless its a child slave taking the mrt ) children contribute to the society? maybe next time. now all they do is complain and grumble. and care about their academic results. and act like they deserve to sit on the seats on public transport. I have yet to seen a child aged 7-10 or like in the primary school age to give up their seats to those who need it more than them. they do not even need to work or support the family or carry heavy shit for fuck's sake.
i am going to tell the next man/woman who acts like his/her kids have the right to sit on seats in the mrt. what are rights? do the people in Africa have rights? even have rights to food and shelter? why are you talking about rights here in Singapore. Africans are humans too and they do not have any rights what makes you think you have the rights to seats in the mrt?
ugh. so angry.
okay. another thing. i went to the rivervale plaza macs. and there was a table for one near the door. the fucking girl's chair leg was blocking the entrance and i did not see it in my hurry to get into the air conditioned fast-food restaurant, as there were construction works ongoing outside. so i knocked the chair. but the girl was not knocked over. but she gave me this -.-. look.
effing rude. i said sorry 3 times and she gave the -.-. look. kanasai.
daughter of a bastard! maybe i got qianbian face. but i cant change this face. its Born This Way. she also got this -.-. also cannot change. so i hope she chokes on her burger.
but of course, she does not. she is alive and well.
but macs is unhealthy. maybe she'll contract some form of cancer.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
coincidence?
today i purchase two mcdonald meals at 8.30am.
as i walk along the pavement.
my eyes hurt from the eye shit i have in them so i rub them vigorously and look like a pirate.
okay anyway i shouldnt have ever ever rubbed those eyes because in front of me was a Very Important Person getting into a black car. i have memorised the car plate number SJT 2080G.
but as i do not know the car model or series etc i am unable to search for its owner on google.
i am too afraid to walk up to the person to say a hello for fear that the person will diss me in front of his friend, and after that post about the incident on a public forum.
therefore i can only stand in a distance and stare as the beautiful image of the car, in the flitting distance taking away the VIP in its wake.
so, coincidence, or not? or is this fate...that i should chance upon you again this day
however a friend of mine also had such a blessing to chance upon the VIP on a certain day in late August/early September.
she was at a certain fast food restaurant to study and i was supposed to meet her there, but for fear of seeing the VIP I did not turn up after she told me of the VIP's appearance in the fast food restaurant.
However the seeing of the VIP today.
should it be considered the work of fate?
as i chose this day to purchase mcdonald meals which i do not usually do.
this is the first mcdonald breakfast i have purchased in 41 days, ever since the day of my higher chinese olevel paper which was on 10 November 2011 when i ate a mcgriddles meal at 6.15 am while studying for it.
because i stayed up all night worrying and then decided to eat mcdonald i fell asleep for a whole ten minutes during the paper. totally deserves it.
okay. yep.
through my analysis and careful thought
i credit this meeting to the work of fate.
owner of the car please do let me meet you again. however even if i do all i will see is the VIP's friend whom i will not recognise. Unless the VIP is a frequent passenger of SJT 2080 G.
readers of this blog out there please help me to lookout for this car.
i think of flagging a cab to chase this SJT 2080 G like in those serial dramas, but was there a cab in sight? and the car was speeding away.
in addition, wouldnt the SJT 2080 G people see a suspicious cab tailing them
and would any normal cab driver agree to tail another car without asking many questions.
so, tailing the SJT successfully to its destination is MISSON IMPOSSIBLE IV
as i walk along the pavement.
my eyes hurt from the eye shit i have in them so i rub them vigorously and look like a pirate.
okay anyway i shouldnt have ever ever rubbed those eyes because in front of me was a Very Important Person getting into a black car. i have memorised the car plate number SJT 2080G.
but as i do not know the car model or series etc i am unable to search for its owner on google.
i am too afraid to walk up to the person to say a hello for fear that the person will diss me in front of his friend, and after that post about the incident on a public forum.
therefore i can only stand in a distance and stare as the beautiful image of the car, in the flitting distance taking away the VIP in its wake.
so, coincidence, or not? or is this fate...that i should chance upon you again this day
however a friend of mine also had such a blessing to chance upon the VIP on a certain day in late August/early September.
she was at a certain fast food restaurant to study and i was supposed to meet her there, but for fear of seeing the VIP I did not turn up after she told me of the VIP's appearance in the fast food restaurant.
However the seeing of the VIP today.
should it be considered the work of fate?
as i chose this day to purchase mcdonald meals which i do not usually do.
this is the first mcdonald breakfast i have purchased in 41 days, ever since the day of my higher chinese olevel paper which was on 10 November 2011 when i ate a mcgriddles meal at 6.15 am while studying for it.
because i stayed up all night worrying and then decided to eat mcdonald i fell asleep for a whole ten minutes during the paper. totally deserves it.
okay. yep.
through my analysis and careful thought
i credit this meeting to the work of fate.
owner of the car please do let me meet you again. however even if i do all i will see is the VIP's friend whom i will not recognise. Unless the VIP is a frequent passenger of SJT 2080 G.
readers of this blog out there please help me to lookout for this car.
i think of flagging a cab to chase this SJT 2080 G like in those serial dramas, but was there a cab in sight? and the car was speeding away.
in addition, wouldnt the SJT 2080 G people see a suspicious cab tailing them
and would any normal cab driver agree to tail another car without asking many questions.
so, tailing the SJT successfully to its destination is MISSON IMPOSSIBLE IV
Monday, December 19, 2011
i have a fuckmily. i hate each and every fuckmily member. bitches sluts fuckers bastards. they engage in fuckery.
why must i wash the floor every week. if i late wash by one day she complain grumble blah blah. what the fuck. she never cook never wash our clothes on time we cannot say anything. and she is being sympathised with. i work at a fucking ass hotel for a miserly pay without insurane or cpf medisave contribution for two fucking days and then she expects me to wash the floor the very next day. the sister does not need to do any shit because of her young age. because of my age, i have to work like a slave. BITCH BITCH BITCH. most teenagers do not have to do any household chores. when they actually do some, e.g wash their own dishes, fold their own clothes, they are praised to the eighteen levels of heaven.
wo de hai zi hen guai! coos the mother and father.
i want to run away from this fucking home. no, not a home. a fuckhole.
why must i wash the floor every week. if i late wash by one day she complain grumble blah blah. what the fuck. she never cook never wash our clothes on time we cannot say anything. and she is being sympathised with. i work at a fucking ass hotel for a miserly pay without insurane or cpf medisave contribution for two fucking days and then she expects me to wash the floor the very next day. the sister does not need to do any shit because of her young age. because of my age, i have to work like a slave. BITCH BITCH BITCH. most teenagers do not have to do any household chores. when they actually do some, e.g wash their own dishes, fold their own clothes, they are praised to the eighteen levels of heaven.
wo de hai zi hen guai! coos the mother and father.
i want to run away from this fucking home. no, not a home. a fuckhole.
i attended the wedding of roy and mei ling. the roy says they have been together for 15 years. this is so sweet, wo men de ai qing chang pao yao jie shu le.
i want to experience this nice nice love thingy also. anyone is a potential husband candidate.
jump at every promise, every commitment, every word coated in honey.
trying your best to put your everything but the other party does not understand
okay whatever,
relationships are not important. i havent been in one for 18 years and i'm still living life.
but isnt it wonderful, amazing to have someone you can bare your soul out to?
我要找到一个愛我的人，而且我也佷愛他 ♥
i want to experience this nice nice love thingy also. anyone is a potential husband candidate.
jump at every promise, every commitment, every word coated in honey.
trying your best to put your everything but the other party does not understand
okay whatever,
relationships are not important. i havent been in one for 18 years and i'm still living life.
but isnt it wonderful, amazing to have someone you can bare your soul out to?
我要找到一个愛我的人，而且我也佷愛他 ♥
2nd day of work at ASS hote181211
today i report at 5pm as work starts at 6pm. 6.50/hour. no medisave, no cpf no medishield contribution. and Mr Her Bird Lee/hortamus uses the term 'whatever shit' to make up for his/its? limited range of vocabulary.
okay yet again no dinner given. poor us. 5pm to 11.30 pm no food! kanasai.
today we are the earliest. the lowly first timers have a sense of punctuality and responsibility! Praise the Lord! we sit along the wall, away from the public eye as no one is here yet except for Mr Her Bird and Hippo Black Face. HBF for short. he tells us ' this your house ah! ' okay so we go stand around him. got people lean on the pillar he also scold. then we lean on the air he also scold. cannot lean on the air!
okay then everybody gather. and start the menu briefing. Her Bird checks our attire and it points out that my hair is very messy JUST BECAUSE I HAVE VERY VERY TINY HAIR NOT PINNED UP. PLEASE LAH. PREASE LAH. PRIEST LAH. ARE THE GUESTS GOING TO LIKE CARE THAT EVERY STRAND OF OUR HAIR IS SUPERGLUED TO OUR SCALP
once again got experienced workers never put hair net and wear skinny jeans. ALLOWED TO WORK. QC PASSED. Stupid stupid Her Bird. hope you get STD.
but overall the work was okay, i got nice co-workers and a few nice dishwashing aunties who advise me not to be so scared got anything just ask people and dont worry if got anything, 'auntie bang ni cheng yao!' so nice right.
guests were quite polite, when i carry the first course in they helped me in placing it on the lazy susan some more say 'poor thing!' 'they have to be very strong to carry this'
okay. but seriously the ASS hotel scam people's money one event can earn up to 70,000++ and look at our miserable pay. look at it. and have to get scolded for nothing get criticized etc.
just because we are new here. fuck Her Bird. and HBF.
i am not going to work there for a while.
dont even give us food to eat. what kind of manager are you. a birdly one. a black one.
kanasai lah. you think you very big is it. already 30 plus still a lowly manager with a limited range of vocabulary and a qian bian hortamus-ed face.
please, if you wanna get treated like diarrhoea/an animal please sign up to work as a waitress at Swissotel Singapore now! exclusive bonus treatment included! please look for Mr Her Bird Lee. he will be most happy to attend to your treatment.
Mr Hortamus Black Face would be attending to you as well, to ensure that you have an unforgettable treatment.
blardy Her Bird. i will rise among the ranks and come back as a customer and criticize you the way you did to the first timers.
okay yet again no dinner given. poor us. 5pm to 11.30 pm no food! kanasai.
today we are the earliest. the lowly first timers have a sense of punctuality and responsibility! Praise the Lord! we sit along the wall, away from the public eye as no one is here yet except for Mr Her Bird and Hippo Black Face. HBF for short. he tells us ' this your house ah! ' okay so we go stand around him. got people lean on the pillar he also scold. then we lean on the air he also scold. cannot lean on the air!
okay then everybody gather. and start the menu briefing. Her Bird checks our attire and it points out that my hair is very messy JUST BECAUSE I HAVE VERY VERY TINY HAIR NOT PINNED UP. PLEASE LAH. PREASE LAH. PRIEST LAH. ARE THE GUESTS GOING TO LIKE CARE THAT EVERY STRAND OF OUR HAIR IS SUPERGLUED TO OUR SCALP
once again got experienced workers never put hair net and wear skinny jeans. ALLOWED TO WORK. QC PASSED. Stupid stupid Her Bird. hope you get STD.
but overall the work was okay, i got nice co-workers and a few nice dishwashing aunties who advise me not to be so scared got anything just ask people and dont worry if got anything, 'auntie bang ni cheng yao!' so nice right.
guests were quite polite, when i carry the first course in they helped me in placing it on the lazy susan some more say 'poor thing!' 'they have to be very strong to carry this'
okay. but seriously the ASS hotel scam people's money one event can earn up to 70,000++ and look at our miserable pay. look at it. and have to get scolded for nothing get criticized etc.
just because we are new here. fuck Her Bird. and HBF.
i am not going to work there for a while.
dont even give us food to eat. what kind of manager are you. a birdly one. a black one.
kanasai lah. you think you very big is it. already 30 plus still a lowly manager with a limited range of vocabulary and a qian bian hortamus-ed face.
please, if you wanna get treated like diarrhoea/an animal please sign up to work as a waitress at Swissotel Singapore now! exclusive bonus treatment included! please look for Mr Her Bird Lee. he will be most happy to attend to your treatment.
Mr Hortamus Black Face would be attending to you as well, to ensure that you have an unforgettable treatment.
blardy Her Bird. i will rise among the ranks and come back as a customer and criticize you the way you did to the first timers.
They didn't give us food
hello. so i have been working random jobs. and i rather hate a particular job at a particular S ( ass ) hotel. the job is rather shyt. kanasai job.
so here goes. i sign up for the job at a certain agency at clarke quay TCC ( talk colourful cock ) agency. yup and lots of colourful vibrant cock they did talk. and then we were trained by this guy, jumat. he is a big shot i think. his sons are the butlers of Beyonce! Lo and behold! he is quite funny.
'if you serve Obama, how you serve? shake shake shake. cannot shake ah! if you shake you will drop the plates then how...just think they are ladies and gentlemen like yourself.. serve the way you want to be served...blah blah. we were supposed to register at 3pm and training starts then for 4 hours. so would be until 7pm. but the mr jumat says most likely will end at 8pm cause he has 272 slides. ( mostly pointless, as no one really obeys the rules and regulations )
yup so he skipped most of the slides. saying, 'if you all want to early go home, then you pay attention! if i ask questions you can answer, then i can skip. IT ALL DEPENDS ON YOU ' then they went out for like 30 minutes for smoke break leaving like almost 50 of us stoning in the cramped room. wtf more like DEPENDS ON HOW LONG THEY SMOKE. okay and he checked our attire. must put hair net hair must be in a bun etc etc and wear black tailored pants not skinny jeans/jeans allowed! if dont have can buy at the office.
then he go through how to serve how to sit the guest etc. kept making fun of a guy by saying he's weak coz he could not push a table as the jumat was stepping on the leg. what the shit. ok so the in charge people gave us some numbers to call, saying if we wanna work we just call these numbers and the people will book slots for us. so we very happy that night immediately phone them. numbers could not get through so we tried again the next day. the person kept saying ' later i call you back now i doing my work.' i called at 10 am he returned the call at 8pm. very good. really effective management.
okay first day of work as ASS hotel. 17 december 2011. a certain hotel near city hall mrt. yup. went there at 4pm to get ready, work starts at 5pm. had to queue to get security pass then queue again to take uniform then put bag and go for briefing outside the ballroom. THREE MANAGERS. two chinese managers and one indian manager. the chinese manager in charge of us had a horse like face adorned with tiny slanted fish shaped eyes. and together with a protuding chin, he resembled an offspring of a horse and a hippopotamus. a HORTAMUS. he gives us a floor plan of the ballroom and the menu. didnt know must bring a pen so tried very hard to remember every single blardy word that he spouted with a lisp. got horrible english.
" FIRST TIMERS COMPILE COMPACT OR WHATEVER SHIT HERE '
IF THINGS GOES WRONG, YOU WILL BE IN DEEP SHIT'
'I DOESNT KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN'
and so on kanasai inkrish.
he ask who got zero experience in serving, so i stood out with 3 other guys. we had to stand in the middle. 'cannot cross the boundary!' says HORTAMUS. his real name is acherly HER BIRD LEE. YUP. his wife is probably called MRS HIS COCK LEE. that is, if any woman is willing to marry him.
he acts as if he owns the place with his chao ang beng gayshit voice commanding and talking.
then the other manager scremas on the phone ' 他妈的！伱給我醬多新人!' then we were damn scared coz we might be sent home. okay so HORTAMUS/HER BIRD LEE assigns people tables. then while he does that we have to stand and stone. and freak out. for 1 hour plus. then the indian manager finally decides to just let us serve drinks and clear plates. okay. so we ready to go and work. i damn sccared so got scared stressed expression. then got one first timer girl tell the TCC agent, 'wo ming tian bu yao zuo le ' she worked at MICE before, but as she was new she was a first timer and they just made her serve drinks. then come here, again considered first timer, so when are they going to give her the right to serve food? she ask the agent. maybe the TCC agent was pissed cause the manager scolded him. so he shouted at her, 'ni xian zai zuo zhe fen gong shi bu shi bu shuang? ' (you where not comfy) fuck you lah, she was just asking a question. and he shouted at her, so i tried to intevene and explain and ask why do you have to scold us when we did nothing wrong? then the girl started crying. the agent said he did not scold us. then the girl said , 'ni jiang da sheng han wo ni hai jiang ni mei you ma wo?! ' then cry, blah blah explain. and he shouts' ni de grooming dou cuo le! zuo gong bu ke yi chuan zhe ge ku zi! ' but apparently the jumat approved of the pants, so why is the agent scolding her now? Mr Jumat told her to buy those pants. getting scolded for nothing. poor poor us. AND THERE WERE MANY 2ND/3RD/4TH TIMERS WEARING SKINNY JEANS AND HAD NO HAIR NET WITH HAIR ALL OVER THE PLACE . AND THEY ARE ALLOWED TO WORK. THEY JUST PICK ON US. IF THEY DONT WANT US TO WORK THEY WILL COME UP WITH ANY RANDOM EXCUSE LIKE, 'YOUR HAIR CANNOT. YOU GOT ONE STRAND OF HAIR OUT. WHAT IF DROP INTO THE FOOD? THE GUEST WILL GET STOMACH CANCER ARE YOU GOING TO COMPENSATE? BLAH BLAH BLAH. EVEN IF YOU GEL YOUR HAIR HE CAN SAY THAT A GELLED STRAND CAN DROP INTO THE FOOD AND CAUSE MEDICAL PROBLEMS. EVEN THE YOUR BREATH IS A HEALTH HAZARD. SICKENING FUCKING MANAGERS the vulgar manager sent a boy home coz of his haircolour he shouted ' GET OUT " at him. rude shit. obviously biased. ok so i go in the the ballroom having the company D&D event. got 103 tables.
so having had the shock of my life, i was scared stiff and the fucking indian manager gave me despising look,
' WHY YOU GIVE LONG FACE '
so i shoot back with utmost cool and confidence,
'THEN WHY YOU GIVE BLACK FACE'
yup. of course i didnt say that. i just said.' huh, no'
BUT SERIOUSLY. HIS FACE WAS AS BLACK AS MY HAIR AND MY FACE WAS NOT AS LONG AS HIS. HE HAD THE FACE OF A HIPPOPOTAMUS. SERIOUSLY .
YOU GIVE BLACK FACE EVERYDAY TO EVERYBODY.
MY FACE SHORTER THEN YOURS WANNA MEASURE.
chou hei ren
okay. then the rest of the event was okay, i worked with two china girls and two china guys and one singapore guy ( leader ). they were nice and showed me around the kitchen. and also got ask me if i wanna drink anything and he pour for me ( the china guy ) . okay so quite friendly. then had to serve, clear, refill drinks. a lot of food wastage. but guests were rather polite. okay. thought can koupe some leftovers, but no such beginner's luck.
okay so at 11.20 pm i ran like crazy with the china girl to sign out. got long queue. okay then sign out le take bag go home. IN TOTAL STOOD FOR 7 HOURS. thank you HORTAMUSES
the older workers are nicer, they told me to smile and dont worry too much. yup. thank you to them. but seriously. 6.50/hour and work until like that. get scolded for nothing no leftovers to feed on stand till your legs are filled with lactic acid. when the hotel is earning at 103.80 SGD per person. what a scam, what a rip off.
so here goes. i sign up for the job at a certain agency at clarke quay TCC ( talk colourful cock ) agency. yup and lots of colourful vibrant cock they did talk. and then we were trained by this guy, jumat. he is a big shot i think. his sons are the butlers of Beyonce! Lo and behold! he is quite funny.
'if you serve Obama, how you serve? shake shake shake. cannot shake ah! if you shake you will drop the plates then how...just think they are ladies and gentlemen like yourself.. serve the way you want to be served...blah blah. we were supposed to register at 3pm and training starts then for 4 hours. so would be until 7pm. but the mr jumat says most likely will end at 8pm cause he has 272 slides. ( mostly pointless, as no one really obeys the rules and regulations )
yup so he skipped most of the slides. saying, 'if you all want to early go home, then you pay attention! if i ask questions you can answer, then i can skip. IT ALL DEPENDS ON YOU ' then they went out for like 30 minutes for smoke break leaving like almost 50 of us stoning in the cramped room. wtf more like DEPENDS ON HOW LONG THEY SMOKE. okay and he checked our attire. must put hair net hair must be in a bun etc etc and wear black tailored pants not skinny jeans/jeans allowed! if dont have can buy at the office.
then he go through how to serve how to sit the guest etc. kept making fun of a guy by saying he's weak coz he could not push a table as the jumat was stepping on the leg. what the shit. ok so the in charge people gave us some numbers to call, saying if we wanna work we just call these numbers and the people will book slots for us. so we very happy that night immediately phone them. numbers could not get through so we tried again the next day. the person kept saying ' later i call you back now i doing my work.' i called at 10 am he returned the call at 8pm. very good. really effective management.
okay first day of work as ASS hotel. 17 december 2011. a certain hotel near city hall mrt. yup. went there at 4pm to get ready, work starts at 5pm. had to queue to get security pass then queue again to take uniform then put bag and go for briefing outside the ballroom. THREE MANAGERS. two chinese managers and one indian manager. the chinese manager in charge of us had a horse like face adorned with tiny slanted fish shaped eyes. and together with a protuding chin, he resembled an offspring of a horse and a hippopotamus. a HORTAMUS. he gives us a floor plan of the ballroom and the menu. didnt know must bring a pen so tried very hard to remember every single blardy word that he spouted with a lisp. got horrible english.
" FIRST TIMERS COMPILE COMPACT OR WHATEVER SHIT HERE '
IF THINGS GOES WRONG, YOU WILL BE IN DEEP SHIT'
'I DOESNT KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN'
and so on kanasai inkrish.
he ask who got zero experience in serving, so i stood out with 3 other guys. we had to stand in the middle. 'cannot cross the boundary!' says HORTAMUS. his real name is acherly HER BIRD LEE. YUP. his wife is probably called MRS HIS COCK LEE. that is, if any woman is willing to marry him.
he acts as if he owns the place with his chao ang beng gayshit voice commanding and talking.
then the other manager scremas on the phone ' 他妈的！伱給我醬多新人!' then we were damn scared coz we might be sent home. okay so HORTAMUS/HER BIRD LEE assigns people tables. then while he does that we have to stand and stone. and freak out. for 1 hour plus. then the indian manager finally decides to just let us serve drinks and clear plates. okay. so we ready to go and work. i damn sccared so got scared stressed expression. then got one first timer girl tell the TCC agent, 'wo ming tian bu yao zuo le ' she worked at MICE before, but as she was new she was a first timer and they just made her serve drinks. then come here, again considered first timer, so when are they going to give her the right to serve food? she ask the agent. maybe the TCC agent was pissed cause the manager scolded him. so he shouted at her, 'ni xian zai zuo zhe fen gong shi bu shi bu shuang? ' (you where not comfy) fuck you lah, she was just asking a question. and he shouted at her, so i tried to intevene and explain and ask why do you have to scold us when we did nothing wrong? then the girl started crying. the agent said he did not scold us. then the girl said , 'ni jiang da sheng han wo ni hai jiang ni mei you ma wo?! ' then cry, blah blah explain. and he shouts' ni de grooming dou cuo le! zuo gong bu ke yi chuan zhe ge ku zi! ' but apparently the jumat approved of the pants, so why is the agent scolding her now? Mr Jumat told her to buy those pants. getting scolded for nothing. poor poor us. AND THERE WERE MANY 2ND/3RD/4TH TIMERS WEARING SKINNY JEANS AND HAD NO HAIR NET WITH HAIR ALL OVER THE PLACE . AND THEY ARE ALLOWED TO WORK. THEY JUST PICK ON US. IF THEY DONT WANT US TO WORK THEY WILL COME UP WITH ANY RANDOM EXCUSE LIKE, 'YOUR HAIR CANNOT. YOU GOT ONE STRAND OF HAIR OUT. WHAT IF DROP INTO THE FOOD? THE GUEST WILL GET STOMACH CANCER ARE YOU GOING TO COMPENSATE? BLAH BLAH BLAH. EVEN IF YOU GEL YOUR HAIR HE CAN SAY THAT A GELLED STRAND CAN DROP INTO THE FOOD AND CAUSE MEDICAL PROBLEMS. EVEN THE YOUR BREATH IS A HEALTH HAZARD. SICKENING FUCKING MANAGERS the vulgar manager sent a boy home coz of his haircolour he shouted ' GET OUT " at him. rude shit. obviously biased. ok so i go in the the ballroom having the company D&D event. got 103 tables.
so having had the shock of my life, i was scared stiff and the fucking indian manager gave me despising look,
' WHY YOU GIVE LONG FACE '
so i shoot back with utmost cool and confidence,
'THEN WHY YOU GIVE BLACK FACE'
yup. of course i didnt say that. i just said.' huh, no'
BUT SERIOUSLY. HIS FACE WAS AS BLACK AS MY HAIR AND MY FACE WAS NOT AS LONG AS HIS. HE HAD THE FACE OF A HIPPOPOTAMUS. SERIOUSLY .
YOU GIVE BLACK FACE EVERYDAY TO EVERYBODY.
MY FACE SHORTER THEN YOURS WANNA MEASURE.
chou hei ren
okay. then the rest of the event was okay, i worked with two china girls and two china guys and one singapore guy ( leader ). they were nice and showed me around the kitchen. and also got ask me if i wanna drink anything and he pour for me ( the china guy ) . okay so quite friendly. then had to serve, clear, refill drinks. a lot of food wastage. but guests were rather polite. okay. thought can koupe some leftovers, but no such beginner's luck.
okay so at 11.20 pm i ran like crazy with the china girl to sign out. got long queue. okay then sign out le take bag go home. IN TOTAL STOOD FOR 7 HOURS. thank you HORTAMUSES
the older workers are nicer, they told me to smile and dont worry too much. yup. thank you to them. but seriously. 6.50/hour and work until like that. get scolded for nothing no leftovers to feed on stand till your legs are filled with lactic acid. when the hotel is earning at 103.80 SGD per person. what a scam, what a rip off.
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