working blues

steph has started working.
and its been a hell of a 2 days.

DAY1.
started work on thursday.
the mind boggling part is remember the table numbers,
and the drink prices.
it wasnt too bad la.
just the sudden packness of the place made it dizzy to keep up.
guess what happened on my first dayat work.

(1) an old ang mo man thought i was getting him drunk but kissed me 'thank you'
(2) a not as old ang mo man asked for my number
(3) a 22 yr old american navy boy asked me if i'd like to go back to the states with him
(4) all of the above.

can you guess?
BTW, the word 'old' is on the guidelines on how old my dad is.
and those who've guess, number 1. you're only 1/3 right.
number 4 is the winner. -.-"
ho hum, something to get used/immuned to hopefully.

i quite like tim.
he's a very gentlemanly yet simple guy, who is oh so strong.
ajit is dorky silly, which is cute too! :)
felicia is cool.
nathern reminds me of syeed from the tv series lost.
paul's a great boss.
the kitchen chefs are great too,
wth their yummy food to keep use strong and healthy (flexes muskles)
by the time i reached home on day one, it was well past4.
DAY 1 HOURS = 12

DAY 2
i didnt make friday's work day.
so i went on saturday instead.
a little more enthusism, but still slight reluctance.
ok, maybe i just dread closing.
or all the chicopek uncle.

met vanessa, who's quite sweet and friendly.
farhan who's such a flirty bouyah "i need a good fuck" monkey.
apperantly there was a wedding reception there,
which is, i dont know.
i just always thought of weddings or even receptions to be a fantasy.
or glam or elegant.
varies with preference i guess.

quite a few funny stories happened on day 2.

funny story number 1.
theres this guy, fred flintstone look-a-like.
mexican or latino, like the very ruffed out kind.
who was i guess taking his son and their friends out for a drink/ good time.
drink after drink after drink they ordered,
i think the young ones had intentions of getting wasted la.
and one of em orders a 'me-lo'
repeated a few times to the kuku me.
and i thought i heard wrong, so i asked,
"milo?"
could i be more embarassed with my mistake when the whole table errupted in laughter.
"not milo LA." that fella said, politely trying not to laugh.
can you guess what he wanted?
i'll give you a clue, it was wine.
MERLOT.
thanks, thanks thanks thanks thanks.


funny story number 2
this couple of italian couples.
plonked themselves on the couch,
so i went to take their order, since feros dissapear yet again.
and they were asking about champaigne and wines.
and the men, beers (duh)
until everything got jumbled up in my kuku and already tired brain,
that i told the lady,
"i'll be back with your white beer."
-.-"
and i still could hear her repeating what i said to the rest as i walked away.
GRAWL!

then the attack of the kisses started!
thats why i hate feros so much.
if only he hadnt dissapeared to his smoke breaks.
i would have to be at the chiko section.
all fat old ang mo men wreching of beer.
worse, some in companies of their gfs/ mistresses.

all this reminds me of again why i need and want a quality man!
and how i don't want to settle for a sleeze ball typical egoistical self centred man/boy.
in other words, i won't settle for second best.
yes, the bitchy princess has spoken.

by the time i hit my 10th hour, my eyes were already red.
by the end of working for 15 hours. i was dead shagged.
i was so auntyfied going home.
in my gigantic tshirt and berms.
wo hoo.
cabbed with nathern. chatter with him,
though i think my ears and brains already slept.
reached home at near 5 this time.
i cant feel my legs, my toes could have been chopped off i wouldnt have known.

and yet again, i couldnt go to sleep.
i suspect i have stage 1 insomnia.
it starts with a letter L.
L _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .