Life, Expressed On A Keyboard.

Multitaskers.

I envy people who can multitask so effortlessly.

Exsanguination.

A Neutron walks into a bar and asks the bartender, “How much for a drink?”. The bartender says, “For you? No charge”

If you don’t get it, I’m sorry, but you need to study more Chemistry.

Satisfaction.

When I take a customer’s order, a good majority of them think I’m a Malay or someone from Myanmar. So the natural reaction is to try to communicate with me in BM, which is weird though, I mean, don’t they know that people from Myanmar DON’T speak Malay?

Guess not. Well, they DON’T.

So anyway, I’ll reply them appropriately and repeat their order as I am told to do. Then, I wait for the right moment, JUST before making my exit, I say something in Chinese(canto/mand) and then they are all like: “OMG!”, “WOW!”, “He can SPEAK CHINESE!”, “HE IS CHINESE!”, *faints*, “WILL YOU SIGN MY SHIRT??”.

True story.

The Average Waiter.

Let’s face it, school beats work, hands down.

Remember the time when you were sitting in a boring-ass class(History, BM) in school and you would let your mind…wander.

Thinking about that beautiful girl in class that you’ve been staring at in a hope of eventually maybe going over to ask her out…someday. Or you would just stare out the window and watch the non-schooling world get on with their lives, and wish that your time to leave school would hurry up.

Or maybe, you’d just take a nap.

I’m listening.

Either way, for the most part, I think we all were thinking the same thing. Why won’t this teacher SHUT UP??

Oh how I miss those days.

Recently, I’ve been working at a restaurant called Pappa Rich, which serves traditional Malaysian delights. Well, most of them at least.

Pappa Rich is a restaurant that provides customer service, not those self service restaurants like how most fast food franchises are.

It was my first time working in the F&B line so working there was a real eye-opener for me.

Previously I had no idea how TIRING it was. Imagine standing up for 9 hours, not being able to sit EVEN if there were NO customers at all. Now, add running and walking to the equation. The only time you get to sit is when you eat, and that’s only like fifteen to twenty minutes. Even less if the shop is busy.

Then of course there was the problem of holding the tray. The food came in HUGE, HEAVY, BULKY bowls and plates, plates SO BIG that sometimes, even the tray wasn’t big enough. The thing is, when you look at the FOOD on the plate, it only occupies like half of the total surface area of the plate. Talk about overkill.

However, among all that, the thing that really changed me were the customers. A great majority of them were…impossible(for lack of a better word).

I won’t go to great lengths in describing how “impossible” they can get, but really, waiters are still HUMAN. They are not a lower class, or inferior to your snobby ass. Nuff said.

Of course there are those really, REALLY awesome customers that just make your day. Seriously, if every customer was “impossible” I’d have gone insane…or committed mass murder. Or both.

So here’s to all the great customers, may you always be that awesome.

My dog’s best friend is a frog.