The Ripped Soul

Worked lunch by myself today.

Note to self: Don't drink the night before, go home late, only to wake up to a screaming alarm clock 3 hours later.

Tried as hard as I possibly could to keep my nerves in one piece.

When Diz snapped at me that a "jack of all trades is a master of none" ..I finally understood what that meant.

Kenny kept doing it.
Helen kept doing it.

Not that it's a bad thing, though.

And I tried to explain to them with as much patience as I could that I would VERY much like them to just focus on what they're supposed to do.

Criscrossing is good - if you know how each and everyone works.

Like Isha and me? We criscross SO damn well. It's like we have that kind of working chemistry that can't be defined. Same like with me and Anna when we did delivery at defu, or you and me - back at Charc's. There was that silent communication, a nod of a head, a look in the eye, that mutual understanding you just get without a single word being needed to say.

All of us just KNOW what we're doing.

Isha could be order taking, I could be navigating, and when she's sick of seeing the customers, we'll just switcheroo. A delivery comes in, I'll take the delivery, she'll jump to navigating if I was a navigator, and someone else would just come in to order take. If she has issues on the phone, I'll cover her. If I'm on a smoke outside, she'll cover me.

Today was just shit.. oh wait, when's it never shit? It's work, right? Psh.

I know I might've been a little busy with paperwork, but Helen kept cutting me through and jumped from navigator to order-taker. And Kenny would jump in and take order as well when I was preoccupied with something else.

Initiative is good.. but I don't like it when people start cutting in and start doing my job for me.

So I kinda told them off.. nicely. I hope they don't hate me.

He was still being a little unfriendly to customers when OTing.. his manners all forgotten. I just hope we don't get complaints about service. As a no.2, as a worker, as a server under the floor side, I know I try my best. Sometimes it's up to the customer's standards, sometimes people are impressed that I even bow to them and thank them for dining with us, sometimes people just don't give a rat's ass. Not like I want them to, but a little appreciation would be nice sometimes.

Like the Boss says.. one person's image and impression affects not only himself, but everyone in the company. Don't quite blame him.. I mean, when I dined at MJ only to have really bad service there, it started off with one to light up the spark.. then the realization that the service is just bad just started the blaze. So all for one, and one for all - basically. One goes to hell, and everyone else gets dragged along.

Is it fair? Nope. But who cares? No one.

Then there was that FUCKING complaint.. see, I told you so that would happen. It was so busy I had no time to check tables, and maybe Kenny didn't as well. Ta-dah, one nice tiny complaint letter regarding the mini.

Got scolded for not knowing how the fax machine works. Sorry... sheesh.

And another fax regarding open key ins.

Sigh.

Would be nice to work if there wasn't so much bullshit going on. Kat was saying it.. my head kept repeating the words like as if it was a chant.

All the more the reason to actually want to QUIT! ...Or get fired over whatever reason. Cold fries? Music? Ha.

Finished work at 6.. ended up helping out in outside clothes under the bar side for a bit. Pour a couple beers, serve some cold water out of the flying blue, do a little marg... have a little mug for myself...

And God, how red I was. Haha.

Watched a movie with Anna after at Cine! .....after much persuasion. Ha.

Met Sam and gang at OYP.. nearly died there thanks to the racket of a noise that they call liveband music. Music my ass... it sure wasn't pleasant to my ears. Had dinner and a migrane there, then left with the banana.

Watched blood... which was okay. Should've gone with Taking of Pelham 123(456789... according to Anna) or Ghosts of girlfriend's past.. or something else. Even monsters vs. aliens would've kicked more ass probably.

Blood was just.. meh. Fight scenes were as COOL as they could get. But the flying demons? The "Wong Fei Hong" kind of fighting styles with flying in the woods and killing people in mid air? COME ON!

If I wanted to watch that I'd watch Condor Heroes anyday.

Anyway... hope she enjoyed it as much as I did. She probably didn't. I know I didn't.. really. But her little comments about everything happening during the movie made it fun.

Reminded me of days back then with you.. or with Amanda and Rach. The fun we'll have in the cinema.. be it laughing at all the times I got scared, or making fun of the characters in the show.. till people had to ask us to be quiet or end up throwing popcorn at us.

Sigh.

I wonder why you'd always be on my mind.. sometimes I feel so angry, sometimes I feel like I've lost this war and want to surrender.. give up this fight. But who am I fighting with? Myself? My memories? Guilt? My conscience? What?

On a completely different note, don't know if Ken's trying to be fresh or get fresh, or if he's just joking around.. but I don't like the vibes I get from him. First he likes to call me his "little lovely butterfly" - whatever the fuck that means.. and earlier at work he just kept going on and on at all the dirty jokes. He accidentally brushed against Helen's chest and went "oh, so soft" and burst out laughing. Then he was saying how he said the same thing to Kat and she actually said thanks.

Right.

And all that calling names of "yes, my love?" "where to, my love?"

Jesus Christ.

I've almost had enough of the place.. of the job. I need a screwdriver to fix my screws back on. No one's gonna like me when the screws come loose.

And now.. after clubbing, 3 hours of sleep, 8 hours of work, hanging out with my new favourite person.. wait, she's not so.. new. Haha.

I'm gonna crash and head to bed. Here's hoping Anna won't push me off the bed again.

Fingers crossed!