Talk about the 18th of Nov - The first time I got out of the crazy merry-go-round during lunch time, for which was made up by today's mad rush of 257 more than 100% full house, yeah, and I had "good time" with David, he kept moaning "Give up lah~~~" Dear mr.Smart, as if working with me was kinda his bad luck , like "unfortunately I worked w u today, wat a headache ~~~ " I dont give him a damn, knowing that he got more exp and ran more than me ;) he's good jus loves to tease me in bad manner. Besides, it's also the first time I did up-selling, man the feeling of recommending juices and guests got hooked, then skipping to the juice bar was so brilliant, tooo bad such a trainee doesnt have staff id to key in pos, I couldn't get my incentives, or else I could have ended up with an extra of at least 5$ for that lunch!!!
Back to the point, I spent a whole lunch time inside that little sweet space called Chocolate room. And hellya, that room is stuffed with sweets which really melted a sweet tooth like me. Sherelin gave me a duty of arranging all the Xmas gifts for the media parties, think of press, broadcasting channels...blah blah blah. I didnt bother think about it. What I saw was spectacular, solid pieces of chocolate were put nicely into the box in my fingers; then colorful chilling macarons; not to forget cinnamon fruit cakes and ginger breads. A great combination that represents splendidly the image of Carousel to the mass communication community!!!!! And I was the one who did it ^^ I was so loving that sweet smell, those lovely cakes, the delicacy of people who were creating each piece of art with all their heart and mind that I couldnt calm down my excitement. Felt like I'd glad to stay there for a whole 6 month - internship. Even the chief chef ask me whether I want to be a part of the pastry kitchen when he caught my big attention on every thing. I like the way he rubbed my hair when I said one of my childhood dream was to become a patisserie chef... yeah~~~ my temptation to those lovely designed cakes and confectionery will never ends LOL jus like my passion to fashion is running in my blood. Too bad I had chosen a different path of life....
The atmosphere inside that little silent serene place was jus like a dream,totally different with watsoever chaos out there, where I gotta survive in 6 months. I didnt mean the people aint nice or the job itself is insane. It just, not suitable for me... like, all of those fast pace stuff, being scolded and preached by people for things u've done ur way, no matter it's right or wrong, carrying heavy plates and hot stuff that easily make ur finger's joins sobbing in sting or almost numbness at ur feet. Sometimes jus wanna pull over everything, say one word Q.U.I.T and that's it, no more tolerate, no more restraint, feel free to express your mood and attitude, what an autonomy i'm looking for. I wish. Inconsistent and confusing instruction from different Mr and Mrs. Smart, weariness of lunatic shift hours, quarrels with a few (or to be more accurate, only one, Trái Bắp - srry, but for my own sake, better safe than sorry jus in case i might be assassinated after this post.) Only a few fellas who can truely understand me, sadly they also need space for themselves, that they cant look after me all the time. Here and there I see people taking advantage and do things for their interest but I cant raise my voice... I even feel sorry for myself, for my cowardice...
Another frustration side of what we all call reality, in an employee's eye....
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