qtn: how do i feel about fullerton?
ans: FUCKED UP PLACE.
this is gonna be another fucked up ranting and self-pity post. so, discreet viewin is advised. if you cant take vulgarities and self-pity content, i would advise you to click the 'X' on the top right hand corner. it can take you off my piece of junk.
boy, it's been hell of a fucked up day.
firstly, i started my freakin mornin with a busy mornin. 61 people came for the breakfast. it's as if they've been starved for 4523890423805 years and that eggs and coffee and tea has become a delicacy. everyone's fightin for them, or so i thought. then, my supervisor (whoever k. i dont know how to address her), asked me to the reception area and started tellin me off. she said i didnt smile to my guests and didnt ask them for the right stuff. like WHAT THE FUCK CAN. i just sat there and kept quiet. like come on can, what the fuck can i do? then she started blamin me for this screwed up guest who got charged twice. like machiam is lao niang's fault can. then, my eyes got red. and yes, i cried. bloody hell. she still got the cheek to say, 'i didnt scold you, im just tellin you off!' WHAT THE FUCK?! she then asked me to go to the lockers' room and said i can stay there as long as i want. but by the time i got back, i gotta be fresh. fuck can? then, i called min and cried. she really cheered me up at that point eh. thanks babe! anyway, fullerton really sucks. PUI.
you may think that's the end, but you're wrong. when i got back, i went to clear the tables. and as i was walkin down the bloody stairs, i missed a freakin step and twisted my freakin ankle. and it hurts so much that i cried again. fuckin shit, aint it? but at least, i got to eat my mini cheese franks today. so i felt abit better. =[
then, i was asked to escort this group of Samsung people from korea. holy shit. i couldnt make out the words they say, and it's practically crap. and one of them kept diggin his nose. im like so stunned and disgusted. crappy shit. and the other one kept munchin the apple by the elevator, and it made that irritatin crunchy sound that gets on my nerves. freakin shit.
after that, i was asked to check if a particular room is clean. i checked, and i thought it was clean. but when the guests checked in, they aint happy about it. they said the room wasnt cleaned properly. so somehow, it boiled down to be my fault, cos somehow i didnt check the room properly. the guests even asked to see the duty manager and stuff. holy crap eh. i just feel so...shitified, or is there such a word?
anyway, today shall be known as FUCKED UP AND CRAP DAY. where on earth is the one who can really offer me his shoulders when i do need them to lean on and cry. holy fuck.
i really dread workin life. i seriously do. and to think i would only finish the entire shit on 25feb next year. and that i would be stuck in that damned straits club for 3 bloody months. i know i was the one who chose fullerton and that i shouldnt complain. but come on can? i didnt ask to be in straits club for 3 bloody months. and i dont suppose im to be there to be freakin cheap labour and freakin waitress.
if you cant stand the fact that i hold the tray with 2 hands, i can jolly well carry it with 1 hand and spill whatever fuck there is on the tray on your 'guests'. and dont expect me to know everythin just because im here for 2 weeks. im only human. i take time to learn. so dont put your fuckin standards on me. it wont work for heaven's sake.
SO GO FUCK YOURSELF AND DIE.