Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Complain. Yes, that's what I'm gonna do. I'm going to take this special trait of s'poreans to greater heights. Argg! Now I understand why they say working sucks. Coz it really sucks, sucks big time in fact. I shall list out the reasons why my job sucks.

1) My feet are swollen [try standing for 10hrs straight] & blistered [thx to the stupid shoes I bought from century square 2nd/3rd floor]

2) I've to face a bunch of bad tempered bakers who's favourite past time is to bite people's head off.

3) The uniform is stuffy and hot.

4) I've to memorise fanciful names of cakes, bread, chocolates. [They give blackforest cakes bombastic names like forest noire ]

5) Itz not fun to wheel down trolleys of cakes in the morning from the pastry kitchen, while embracing the risk that the cake might just fly off anytime.

6) There's this angmoh boss who maliciously pretended to be a customer and ask me to button up the top button of my jacket.

7) I just found out I've a new uniform - as a santa-rina. No idea whats that, a female version of santa claus?

I'm gonna study hard so I can be the one who goes around and pretend to be a customer and ask people to button their top button. *smirks*

For now, I just wanna sleep.

Clare [10:07 PM]

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