Bucks, it was worth the wait wasn't it. Take it as constipation. Which in a sense, really was, the lack of mental fibre.
Hellos to you, Hannah and Domz...
Wah lau, what update you want. I'm still abit clogged up actually. Despite losing 5kgs. But I can now whip up a mean pina colada/frozen margarita!
It's a dirty world out here in the F&B industry (literally, when you've got a group of drunks every night before closing. Lagi worse when they're the boss's friends/brothers)...did I mention that every city needs an Irish pub/restaurant with a Singaporean manager(ess)?
And it's starting to irk me a little, although I really don't mind cleaning up every night and talking cock with the boss until 4.30am. But what I'm losing patience with /sanity over is the constant access (not deliberate at that) to classified information from all publics related to my job. I need to learn how to be "emotionally cold" and in other words, transform into the supercilious fish my boss is. Showing disdain for genuine warmth and goodness to everyone is encouraged because... doing the opposite wastes time, there are other fish to hook and other people might not have the same values as you anyway...crock.
But you can say that the PR skills have definitely improved. Trying to stay on the line, without ending up being cynical...fuck you boss, and your "values", I'll continue being genuinely nice/DECENT i.e. not take advantage of anyone, to everyone.
More details in next update.
In case anyone's lost here...I have been working at an Irish bar/restaurant as a "high class waitress" ah (my mum calls me that), "boss" when the BOSS screws up, "Maria" when the washing ladies quit after one night of pot scrubbing...
Hellos to you, Hannah and Domz...
Wah lau, what update you want. I'm still abit clogged up actually. Despite losing 5kgs. But I can now whip up a mean pina colada/frozen margarita!
It's a dirty world out here in the F&B industry (literally, when you've got a group of drunks every night before closing. Lagi worse when they're the boss's friends/brothers)...did I mention that every city needs an Irish pub/restaurant with a Singaporean manager(ess)?
And it's starting to irk me a little, although I really don't mind cleaning up every night and talking cock with the boss until 4.30am. But what I'm losing patience with /sanity over is the constant access (not deliberate at that) to classified information from all publics related to my job. I need to learn how to be "emotionally cold" and in other words, transform into the supercilious fish my boss is. Showing disdain for genuine warmth and goodness to everyone is encouraged because... doing the opposite wastes time, there are other fish to hook and other people might not have the same values as you anyway...crock.
But you can say that the PR skills have definitely improved. Trying to stay on the line, without ending up being cynical...fuck you boss, and your "values", I'll continue being genuinely nice/DECENT i.e. not take advantage of anyone, to everyone.
More details in next update.
In case anyone's lost here...I have been working at an Irish bar/restaurant as a "high class waitress" ah (my mum calls me that), "boss" when the BOSS screws up, "Maria" when the washing ladies quit after one night of pot scrubbing...
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You need to get on the Vitagen/Yakult...works wonders...
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And then I talked too much.
Someone took my bar menu seriously (it included an Irish bar code of ethics, where one of the clauses was "tipping the staff by buying them drinks").
Bucks, it all came out, it really did. Now my boss is going fire me and I'm having a really really bad hangover...
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