Wednesday, December 10, 2008
~ 8:51 PM ~
I think i'm seriously shagged, both physically and mentally. What i feel now is just life sucks, i want to sleep. Period. First half of the day was wasted doing brainless menial work, wipe dishes, dry cutlery, shine wineglasses, fill sugar mugs, carry plates, you name it we do it. I feel like a blangadesh worker and i really used to pity them, because they are cheap labour. Now, good heavens i'm being exploited, call me runner to sound nice, or call me free labour. It must be karma, i wonder why.
What's funny was when Joel exclaimed into his phone to his friend on the other end :" I'm busy sorting napkins la!" It sounds like a totally dumb thing to be doing, like sorting napkins for his kid. -.- And it's tough job, standing whole day in a kitchen with a weird stench and counting down to break and dismissal. We all vow to use up thousands of plates and utensils after our attachment, looks like i ain't the only one with that thought. Now my poor feet miss those days when they can slack around at home.
I think i really need to rant. Tomorrow is the third day of attachment, and there's only two possibilities that i will evolve into. I will either complain about the job scope to the department or concede to wiping more plates and playing the very important role of ensuring the proper functioning of the kitchen cum customer relationship- refilling plates. I have a very strong feeling it's going to be the latter.
And the evening was no better, because i was mentally drained trying to tutor a kid. He's so inquisitive it scares me. Where do the red blood cells come from? *stun* What happens if there's too many red blood cells? *stun* Good gracious how am i suppose to have a brain capacity to remember all that? Primary school education was such eons ago, even my primary school has been revamped. And he's no normal kid, with short attention span and fidgety. Life's hard when you earn a living. I'm on the first lesson and i feel like quitting already. God bless me.
