you said move on (where do i go)

title: please don't stop the rain.
date: Sunday, May 23, 2010
time:11:38 PM

what could you do without a third-class citizen?

"Poached eggs on toast with butter on the side, a cafe latte with skim milk, pls?

One Jones English Breakfast with Scrambled eggs. A hot skinny cappuccino, after the meal pls?

I asked for Vanilla Cream, and this doesn't even taste like Vanilla?!

My eggs are too dry, I want them wet, pls!"

The constant demands never stop. The more i think about it, the more frustrated i get. Thinking that i have to serve this morons for the sake of money, as a part time third-class citizens upsets me. I was born in a middle class family that showered they're children with love and everything that they could ever need or could afford, so why am i even working? I would rather sit in bed, with a book in hand, and drown myself in fiction or take my brothers out for a soccer match, down at the multi storey carpark.

I kept asking myself that same question every single time someone asks me about their meal or the coffee they ordered 15 minutes ago. I seriously don't care about it. Maybe the only reason why i drag myself to work, is because of the close bond i've made with the people working there. With Grace, throughout the day, by my side, watching each other's back makes it easier i guess. But for how long would this last?

Jones is my first F&B job and it would definitely be my last. I've learnt so much from those ignorant rude customers. Even though i hate them so much, and put a fake smile on my face every single time, they have taught me a valuable lesson.. and that is to never be like THEM, full stop.