The new meaning of Tired-ness

Just started my job at Pizza Hut at Suntec City..

And it was so damm tiring.

Still feeling the sores in my calfs and ankles.

I worked about 11hrs on that day and i was abit sick too.

The job was not bad.The positions are usually rotated,and i was given the job of manning the bar.

The seniors were nice,especially this girl whom i think is older than me,by the name of Sharmilla.She is nice and all but I am somewhat fearing to get on her badside.
she worked there for a good two years already.
^^;;

It started off good with me just dispensing drinks and adding lemons and peaches to lemon tea or peach tea.I still cant grasp the specialty drinks like kiwi frizz or starberry frizz.The AM manager did help me out every now and then with those kind of drinks.

Then came dinner service.Well actually I could have left by 5pm,but seeing that it was my first day and thought I stayed back at the manager's request.

It was hell i tell you.Orders kept coming in and soon all the seniors who were helping me around the bar was doing order taking,serving or cashier-ing.Then it was quiet.Then it became strange.Why is the servers tell me the orders instead of the ticket machine behind me dispensing tickets????Turns out it ran out of paper and when Sharmilla came back to check on me,she refilled the ticket machine with paper and a long.....DAMM LONG list of drink orders piled up- -;;.

She reprimanded me."If there is no drinks orders when it is so busy,confirm something is wrong right?".So I worked to finish the list and the manager help to check which drinks were already made.And so i was up to my neck with work like preparing cold water,the dispensing of pepsi etc and washing the cups,when it became quiet without me noticing it again.This time another senior checked on me and pressed the error button to get it working again.

"Bro next time the light never light up,call me okay"
AGAIN another longer longer longer list of orders came out.The Manager instantly came and helped me out till it was cleared.Another problem was that the servers werent bringing back the glasses so I was left with very little glasses and when the glasses did come back,they came back in mountains...- -;;.
Was also reprimanded by Sharmilla again for the way i tore of the ticket.Apparantly it has to be diagonally across and not just pull down.She swear she scream at me if I did that again and made me practice it over and over.By this time I could tell she's alittle annoyed at me but who could blame her as I am somewhat making her job harder.But honestly I could use help without someone asking me if they noticed a huge load of dirty glasses behind me,orders stacking up and cold water glasses were dissappearing..- -;;

At the end of the day I had a pretty bad back ache from the bending over with heavy load of glasses to put into the dishwasher.Confirmed my schedule with the manager and its something like this
Friday:3pm-10pm(i think)
Saturday:11am-10pm
Sunday:5pm-10pm but most likely I would change it to 11am to 5pm instead cause monday is a schooling day.
Was told i would do serving on Friday + some typhoid injection.



Today also had to attend to my club booth(dont ask what club as I didnt join on my own free will,more to coerced into it)at the CCA fair.I WANTED TO GO HOME AND SLEEP.I been having Insommia.I think i figured out why.If i think alot before going to sleep,i would have trouble sleeping due to my mind being too active and when my body sleep,my mind would be an ongoing radio playing random songs that I heard before...- -;;


Been entertaining the thought of possibly coming up with a detective story but alot different from Matantei Loki or Deathnote.Not different for different's sake but.......
Was inspired from Keats from folklore.The Otacon look alike with serious faery firepower.Even his cloak looks cool.
Also been entertaining something of a black lagoon meets Gundam seed fusion kinda story.
Oh if you been wondering how Ciel looks like,while before watching chinese drama,they show who the sponsors right,Ciel looks like that girl posing for Shiseido,Maquillage.Right down to 80% of her Legends uniform.

The Cold war at home seems to be escalating - -;;.Father not talking to Mother and vice-versa.Usually I dont know what the cause is and I dont take heed but the increase of this sort of thing warranted my attention.Its hard having a hot tempered father and now over worked mother cause sometimes I dont even know what to do.Both getting on the years and Father been having this bad cough.My elder sister...well lets just put it as my parents have dont care she live or die/disown her and she is free-loading of my house/hotel to her of electricity(and i mean lots of it,she doesnt switch of her room light for 22hrs straight) and water.My little sister...well she is too pampered to even bother doing everything.So my mother is now tired from getting overworked from doing all the chores.I do help out but cant really do much.

Case File 1989
Warm winds swept across the roof of a lavish aparment building.In the mix,a long,silky black hair danced among the wind and shone through the afternoon soon.Black tear trails told the story of how much regret she has felt.She curled up to hide her face from the all seeing sun and wallowed in the shadow of herself.People were scrurrying about like little ants she thought as she peeked over the ledge she perched on.Her long,fair legs dangled from the ledge,no longer feeling fear of possible death.Her white sun dress finally rested,after fluttering about in the wind.She took a deep breath as she slowly stood up from the ledge,going to test if a person really does turn into a blood pool after hitting the ground from a roof of a 100 storey building.
*BANG,DOOR SWINGS OPEN*
"Your one hard person to catch Miss Anderson."A confident voice made her pause.It was her pursuer,coming to bring her to justice for the audacities she hath comitted.
"Leave me,I deserve death,I cant bear to face anyone anymore"She cried,making her final demands known.
"I am not here to tell you not to jump,but just hear me out.In a way,you did no wrong,rather its what anyone would do in order to survive.You killed that manager by accident out of anger that he cheated of every cent that you had.Knowing how your heart is,you were guilty beyond reason.He still haunts you at night.You also felt you let your fans down,everyone including your sister.Its still not to late to right the wrongs.Just a question whether or not you have the courage to face the music"With all that said the pursuer began to climb down the stairs.
"What ever it is,I will meet you downstairs by the cafe for tea,see you"after the brief pause as he dissappearing into the shadows.
*Ring(insert your handphone ringtone)*
"So have you aquired the suspect?"A female voice beckons the pursuer.
"Nah,give me another 10-15 mins,she is still thinking"He answers simply
"Thats a very dangerous suspect you have on the roof up there.She killed her manager using an illegal class 5 magic incantation,attacked the police and Cypher team sent to arrest her and..."
"Blew up the standford bridge with another class 5 spell when she escaped custody,I know,it was a bloody fireworks of a day that day.But come on,cut me some slack here,you know she is my...."The pursuer ended her list of wrongdoings of Cynthia Anderson for her.
"20mins max,another second and I am sending another Cypher team armed with Arcane beam rifles."
"Usually your suspects end up dead or dismembered...She must be something different"The operator thoughed.
"Thanks J.C. I knew you knew me the best"The pursuer hung up.
10mins later
The pursuer sat outside the cafe,under the shade of a huge umbrella.A strawberry parfait was slowly melting,as it sat on the table across him.He waited patiently for the ultimatium.When...
*THUD*
Something had fallen from a height and made a large sound.The pursuer analysted the sound.
"Its too soft and uniform.....and theres no sound of squishy-ness.....what was it that..."
"Is this for me?"A familiar voice broke the thoughts of the pursuer.
"Yeah,you only have 5 minutes though"The pursuer smiled as his gamble had payed off.He peered to the back and noticed it was a matteress that fell out of the sky.
"At most you would get 10 years at Maxell women state pentianary.Thats in Demon years so wouldnt be that long."
Cynthia kept quiet as the pursuer blabbed on.
When she finished her parfait.The pursuer said
"Promise me,keep on singing okay,you may not believe it but,your songs are something like penicillin for emotional pains ^^"
With that,She shed a tear,as police officers arrived on the scene and approached Cynthia with Impartial Justice written on their foreheads.
"Hey no Handcuffs for her,those things leave scars."The pursuer barked an order as he sank back into the garden chair.
"Sorry sir"


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