Living Room on Saturday with William and my colleagues. We started off with three jugs of vodka cranberry. Then suddenly, a bottle of Absolut appeared. We were all stunned and it sure wasnt funny when all the mixers and glasses came. We finished the bottle in like 20minutes, which is fucking fast please. I was like fucking high, because i drank too fast. And i poured tobasco sauce into William's drink, then he smacked me.
Sunday was one mad day, because of a small function that was happening at Fbar. Zay from Gucci reserved the whole of C section just for her birthday celebration. Things started to heat up after 10pm and i sold like three bottles of Veuve and three bottles of Chivas. Wendy signed a Waterfall with a shot of 151. I served the Waterfall, but i dumped the 151 shot into the Sambucca first.
I got to the table to see Jean serving a Lamborgini to Zay. Then i presented the Waterfall and she screamed. So i decided not to tell her that i dumped a 151 shot into the Sambucca, or else she might run away and not come back. She finished the Lamborgini and then i served the Waterfall. But when i poured in the baileys with blue curacao, she stopped drinking and pushed her way through the crowd and ran to the toilet.
So she didnt finish her drink. I was okay with that, because she bought so many bottles already. I offered to help her cut her birthday cake and i got my $139 DP jeans stained with chocolate.
I was pretty okay in handling everything till i read Zee's message. I got worried and i couldnt call Zee immediately because Jean chose to go to the toilet to change her tampon and the floor needed me. I got really worried and distracted. But he was okay in the end.
Monday was my off day, but i had to go down to MOS because of the palm in system. Its fucking annoying because they had to program it from scratch plus Kandi and Fashion's staff were all kept waiting for three hours just so we could do some fucking palm in that takes five minutes. Ate dinner with Santos, Brant and Zee after that. Then it was to Fashion for a drinking session with William and a bottle of Macallan. Zee left abruptly and i waited till closing for transport to go home.
My off day sure sucked balls.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Alan's Birthday, Fashion Bar.
Waterfall with two shots of Barcadi 151.
Its been such a long time since i gave you guys something to read. Alot of things has happened since January started, and they all ended with a bad note. The Bar None, Bedroom Bar matter kinda blew up in my face. He threw money at my face and told me that he took the fuck for my MC and this was how i treated him. It seems that i just lost a friend, but its okay, because i dun need such childish people to be my friend. If i had a choice, i wouldnt take an MC either, but i felt like fuck and i knew i couldnt perform at work, so thus i took an MC.
He kept saying that he got all the blame for my MCs. But i dun think its true. W is fair, he wouldnt fuck him for things like that. I know it, so dun try to lie to me because i'm not a three year old. But whatever, since he wants it like that, then he can jolly well have it like that. Since he exposed himself already.
We've stopped talking already, because it was what he wanted.
On the other hand, i'm really confused. So am i having an affair with a married man? If i'm not then why am i feeling like that? All confused and muddle-headed.
I went out with Eve the other day, with LP and the rest. We met up in town and headed to Eve's friend's workplace, some old ah lian pub. We had two jugs of Heineken and played some pool, then i left at 2plus in the morning to meet Zee after Kandi closed.
Eve wasnt very happy with me going to meet Zee. She called me.
Eve: "Where are you?"
Me: "Outside Kandi Bar?"
Eve: "I told you not to go already right?!"
Me: "Nothing's going to happen lah."
Eve: "How can you be like that! You my gffff......."
Me: "What did you say? I dun get you."
Eve: "Cheebye, you my girlfriend lah! Happy?!"
Me: "Hahah. Okay lah. Anything happen then i tell you alright?"
So cute right. She like want to say but shy to say.
I spent the night with Zee, just the two of us talking away.
What the hell were you people thinking we were doing? To you, it may seem like an affair.
But to me, its bliss.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Alex
I lost my fucking wallet.
But some kind soul brought it back to me. So thank God and bless his kind soul, Amen.
Work has been stressful these days. According to my sister, i have been sleep-motioning when i'm sleeping. Its not funny at all. It seems that i do things that i normally do at work when i'm sleeping.
Maybe i should video it all down and laugh at myself.
Oh yes, Alex reads my blog. Everybody say HELLO to Alex!
Alex is this part-timer at Fashion. He's super funny and a tad bit gay. He's the biggest gossipmonger and he's also alittle retarded. I say he's retarded because he's super slow in his reaction to anger. The other time he had to help me in serving champange to this impatient customer and i didnt know he wasnt sure (or something) how to open champanges. The long and short of it was that the customer said he was stupid and Alex's face was a classic.
Best of all, he only got angry like half an hour later or something.
Alex makes me laugh alot during work. Its because of all the nonsense that comes out of his mouth and the way he says things. He told me about this incident that made him fear cockroaches for life.
See, when he was a little boy. (primary school to be exact) He opened his bag to face a flying cockroach flying out of it. The cockroach flew up and hit him on his forehead, with a PIAK! At that point of time, i broke into giggles and had a hard time breathing. He proceed on and told me about another similar incident that happened two-three days after the first one.
Apparently, he opened his cupboard only to face another cockroach flying up and smacking him on his face again, with another PIAK! When he ended the story, i laughed and laughed so much that i couldnt even hold the ashtrays properly. It was fucking hilarious, i swear.
Plus, Alex doesnt believe that i'm only turning nineteen. plus i'm more zai then him. He's one year older and extremely cute, so if you're a straight girl and looking for a dick. I suggest you look for Alex, because he's one hell of a cute guy. =)
Alex is so going to kill me. =))
But some kind soul brought it back to me. So thank God and bless his kind soul, Amen.
Work has been stressful these days. According to my sister, i have been sleep-motioning when i'm sleeping. Its not funny at all. It seems that i do things that i normally do at work when i'm sleeping.
Maybe i should video it all down and laugh at myself.
Oh yes, Alex reads my blog. Everybody say HELLO to Alex!
Alex is this part-timer at Fashion. He's super funny and a tad bit gay. He's the biggest gossipmonger and he's also alittle retarded. I say he's retarded because he's super slow in his reaction to anger. The other time he had to help me in serving champange to this impatient customer and i didnt know he wasnt sure (or something) how to open champanges. The long and short of it was that the customer said he was stupid and Alex's face was a classic.
Best of all, he only got angry like half an hour later or something.
Alex makes me laugh alot during work. Its because of all the nonsense that comes out of his mouth and the way he says things. He told me about this incident that made him fear cockroaches for life.
See, when he was a little boy. (primary school to be exact) He opened his bag to face a flying cockroach flying out of it. The cockroach flew up and hit him on his forehead, with a PIAK! At that point of time, i broke into giggles and had a hard time breathing. He proceed on and told me about another similar incident that happened two-three days after the first one.
Apparently, he opened his cupboard only to face another cockroach flying up and smacking him on his face again, with another PIAK! When he ended the story, i laughed and laughed so much that i couldnt even hold the ashtrays properly. It was fucking hilarious, i swear.
Plus, Alex doesnt believe that i'm only turning nineteen. plus i'm more zai then him. He's one year older and extremely cute, so if you're a straight girl and looking for a dick. I suggest you look for Alex, because he's one hell of a cute guy. =)
Alex is so going to kill me. =))
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
MEME.
Layer ONE- On the Outside
Name: Fiona
Birth Date: 19th Feb 1988. (That makes me nineteen this year.)
Current Status: Flinging.
Eye Color: Brown.
Hair Color: I colour my hair too much, so i thinks its auburn red.
Righty or Lefty: I write with my right hand.
Zodiac Sign: Aquarious/ Dragon
Layer TWO - On the inside
Your Heritage: Chinese.
Your Fears: Disappointing others.
Your Weaknesses: I think too fast sometimes.
Your Perfect Pizza: Cheese and Ham.
Layer THREE - Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Your thoughts first waking up: Ah, fuck. The sun.
Your Bedtime: 6am onwards.
Your most missed memory: Idk.
Layer FOUR - Your Pick
Pepsi or Coke: Neither.
McDonald’s or Burger King: Burger King please.
Adidas or Nike: Adidas.
Lipton tea or Nestea: Lipton.
Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate.
Cappuccino or coffee: Cappuccino
Layer FIVE -Do you
Smoke: I smoke too much.
Curse: Yeah, fuck you.
Layer SIX - In the Past Month
Drank alcohol: Too much till i must give it up.
Gone to the mall: Sadly, no.
Been on stage: No.
Eaten sushi: Yes!
Dyed your hair: Nope.
Layer SEVEN - Have You Ever?
Played a stripping game: Unsure.
Changed who you were to fit in: I tried. But the old me always comes back.
Layer EIGHT
Age you’re hoping to be married: 26?
Layer NINE - In a Girl/Guy
Best eye colour: No preference.
Best hair colour: I do not want an ah beng as my boyfriend.
Short or long hair: No Paul Twohill wannabes.
Layer TEN - What Were You Doing
1 minute ago: Telling Ernest not to be late.
1 hour ago: Watching Coyote Ugly.
4.5 hours ago: Out for dinner.
1 month ago: Working.
1 year ago: Starting my O level year.
Layer ELEVEN - Finish the sentence
I love: all my pioneer Kandi staff.
I feel: like cutting off my back because it hurts.
I hate: to be sick.
I hide: whenever i want to.
I miss: having someone to dote on me.
I need: some love in my life.
Layer TWELVE - Tag 5 people
Whoever lah. Bedah especially.
Name: Fiona
Birth Date: 19th Feb 1988. (That makes me nineteen this year.)
Current Status: Flinging.
Eye Color: Brown.
Hair Color: I colour my hair too much, so i thinks its auburn red.
Righty or Lefty: I write with my right hand.
Zodiac Sign: Aquarious/ Dragon
Layer TWO - On the inside
Your Heritage: Chinese.
Your Fears: Disappointing others.
Your Weaknesses: I think too fast sometimes.
Your Perfect Pizza: Cheese and Ham.
Layer THREE - Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Your thoughts first waking up: Ah, fuck. The sun.
Your Bedtime: 6am onwards.
Your most missed memory: Idk.
Layer FOUR - Your Pick
Pepsi or Coke: Neither.
McDonald’s or Burger King: Burger King please.
Adidas or Nike: Adidas.
Lipton tea or Nestea: Lipton.
Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate.
Cappuccino or coffee: Cappuccino
Layer FIVE -Do you
Smoke: I smoke too much.
Curse: Yeah, fuck you.
Layer SIX - In the Past Month
Drank alcohol: Too much till i must give it up.
Gone to the mall: Sadly, no.
Been on stage: No.
Eaten sushi: Yes!
Dyed your hair: Nope.
Layer SEVEN - Have You Ever?
Played a stripping game: Unsure.
Changed who you were to fit in: I tried. But the old me always comes back.
Layer EIGHT
Age you’re hoping to be married: 26?
Layer NINE - In a Girl/Guy
Best eye colour: No preference.
Best hair colour: I do not want an ah beng as my boyfriend.
Short or long hair: No Paul Twohill wannabes.
Layer TEN - What Were You Doing
1 minute ago: Telling Ernest not to be late.
1 hour ago: Watching Coyote Ugly.
4.5 hours ago: Out for dinner.
1 month ago: Working.
1 year ago: Starting my O level year.
Layer ELEVEN - Finish the sentence
I love: all my pioneer Kandi staff.
I feel: like cutting off my back because it hurts.
I hate: to be sick.
I hide: whenever i want to.
I miss: having someone to dote on me.
I need: some love in my life.
Layer TWELVE - Tag 5 people
Whoever lah. Bedah especially.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Drinking with the boys.
Fuck, i think i just fell for my bartender. And just when i thought i was so over all these retarded issues with men.
It was a drinking session with the men after work yesterday. It was mad because they all were drinking stout and i had enough of beer. But still, i joined them and had alot of fun. Sunday's gonna be even more of a crazy day with all of them, with four bottles of Barcadi 151 and JW and i-dun-know-what-else-are-they-going-to-come-up-with. Then Ace had to say he sponsor twenty four bottles of Evian. It made us all laugh and show Ace the middle finger.
I will always love all of my staff.
Then i got some news from Ace, that i'm promoting to Floor Captain soon! The least i'll get is Senior Server, the most is Floor Captain.
Tsk.
They should have promoted me a long time ago. =)
It was a drinking session with the men after work yesterday. It was mad because they all were drinking stout and i had enough of beer. But still, i joined them and had alot of fun. Sunday's gonna be even more of a crazy day with all of them, with four bottles of Barcadi 151 and JW and i-dun-know-what-else-are-they-going-to-come-up-with. Then Ace had to say he sponsor twenty four bottles of Evian. It made us all laugh and show Ace the middle finger.
I will always love all of my staff.
Then i got some news from Ace, that i'm promoting to Floor Captain soon! The least i'll get is Senior Server, the most is Floor Captain.
Tsk.
They should have promoted me a long time ago. =)
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
FUCK YOU KANDI.
Fuck 2007 i say.
I hate people who are inefficient, MIA, take MCs and are late. FUCK YOU AND WHATEVER YOU STAND FOR.
I'm uper annoyed with the other bar. I dun get it, theres no cock ups or anything, so why the living fuck must you people hold a fucking debrief for fuck's sake?
Its not like the people are all going to change overnight after listening to the debrief.
Cock ups = people are not taught well or people cannot catch the ball
FUCKING CHEEBYE.
Its unfair that my side has to wait for them all the time. We all do the same type of closing and other shit what, so why must their side take longer then ours? And moreover my side is understaffed while your side has sufficient staff for operations. But yet, my side doesnt have any fucking cock-ups that will lead to a debrief. Its like my side has only one debrief since the opening, and the other side has debriefs like every fucking cheebye night.
Okay, debrief can be conducted. But why the living fuck must it be so fucking draggy?! Its not as if they are all being debriefed for a fucking one year's worth of fucks. So i seriously dun get why the fuck are they're debriefs being prolonged till the transport leaves?
Yes, i'm in the wrong for yelling and asking all you fuckfaces to hurry the fuck up. But by you yelling back at me doesnt make it right either. I chose to walk away because i know how you will fucking react, and because of what happened on the eve. Its not my fault that you guys cock up all the time, but at least spare a fucking thought for my side because we all always have to wait for you fucking cheebyes to hurry the fuck up so that we can all go home. If i had the power and the choice, i would have asked for a separate transport so that my side doesnt have to suffer in silence because of your side's incompetence.
With that said, i can now move on.
I've been overworked and under alot of stress. Why is that so? Its because of all the fuckfaces that 86 and MIA and MC. At first i could stand the workload, then i got a new Floor Captain and i thought my workload was going to be lessened. But no, its getting to be even more of a headache. One, the fucking Floor Captain worked for two days then she MCed for three days and then NO SHOW. So FUCK YOU and FUCK OFF. She's fired and that's that.
Then came one of my closest colleagues. He's a frequent latecomer and its been getting worse. Yet now, i got the news that he quit. FUCK FUCK FUCK. It was because of some personal and work reasons that he chose to quit, and did he tell me? No, he didnt. The only two things that he could tell me was, "Sorry Fiona." I dun want the apology. In fact, i hate it if you've let me down and apologise after that. Its bad enough that i have to cover for Raymus because of his slipped disc and the fucked up Floor Captain, and i'm already not complaining about the thripled workload. But the least you could do was to tell me what happened.
I'm seriously starting to tire out and slack. I hate having to pick up people's shit whenever they cannot make it. For fuck i take junior server's pay like that? I dun know anything anymore. I dun really care and i'm not going to be nice anymore. Why bother then? I'm nice and i get fucked, i'm not nice i also get fucked. So i might as well not be nice and save my energy.
HELL WITH THE NICE ME, BECAUSE I'LL STILL GET FUCKED FOR BEING NICE.
I hate people who are inefficient, MIA, take MCs and are late. FUCK YOU AND WHATEVER YOU STAND FOR.
I'm uper annoyed with the other bar. I dun get it, theres no cock ups or anything, so why the living fuck must you people hold a fucking debrief for fuck's sake?
Its not like the people are all going to change overnight after listening to the debrief.
Cock ups = people are not taught well or people cannot catch the ball
FUCKING CHEEBYE.
Its unfair that my side has to wait for them all the time. We all do the same type of closing and other shit what, so why must their side take longer then ours? And moreover my side is understaffed while your side has sufficient staff for operations. But yet, my side doesnt have any fucking cock-ups that will lead to a debrief. Its like my side has only one debrief since the opening, and the other side has debriefs like every fucking cheebye night.
Okay, debrief can be conducted. But why the living fuck must it be so fucking draggy?! Its not as if they are all being debriefed for a fucking one year's worth of fucks. So i seriously dun get why the fuck are they're debriefs being prolonged till the transport leaves?
Yes, i'm in the wrong for yelling and asking all you fuckfaces to hurry the fuck up. But by you yelling back at me doesnt make it right either. I chose to walk away because i know how you will fucking react, and because of what happened on the eve. Its not my fault that you guys cock up all the time, but at least spare a fucking thought for my side because we all always have to wait for you fucking cheebyes to hurry the fuck up so that we can all go home. If i had the power and the choice, i would have asked for a separate transport so that my side doesnt have to suffer in silence because of your side's incompetence.
With that said, i can now move on.
I've been overworked and under alot of stress. Why is that so? Its because of all the fuckfaces that 86 and MIA and MC. At first i could stand the workload, then i got a new Floor Captain and i thought my workload was going to be lessened. But no, its getting to be even more of a headache. One, the fucking Floor Captain worked for two days then she MCed for three days and then NO SHOW. So FUCK YOU and FUCK OFF. She's fired and that's that.
Then came one of my closest colleagues. He's a frequent latecomer and its been getting worse. Yet now, i got the news that he quit. FUCK FUCK FUCK. It was because of some personal and work reasons that he chose to quit, and did he tell me? No, he didnt. The only two things that he could tell me was, "Sorry Fiona." I dun want the apology. In fact, i hate it if you've let me down and apologise after that. Its bad enough that i have to cover for Raymus because of his slipped disc and the fucked up Floor Captain, and i'm already not complaining about the thripled workload. But the least you could do was to tell me what happened.
I'm seriously starting to tire out and slack. I hate having to pick up people's shit whenever they cannot make it. For fuck i take junior server's pay like that? I dun know anything anymore. I dun really care and i'm not going to be nice anymore. Why bother then? I'm nice and i get fucked, i'm not nice i also get fucked. So i might as well not be nice and save my energy.
HELL WITH THE NICE ME, BECAUSE I'LL STILL GET FUCKED FOR BEING NICE.
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