Not A Happy Feets

I pray for strength. Strength to put up a smile and be patient. Strength to do the job efficiently. Strength to endure the fatigues as a waitress.

Yesterday, I walk here and there non-stop for at least two hours before I could settle down and take a sip of water. And today wasnt any better than yesterday. But, I can handle it! For more than 20 years my parents put up with this job. So, why cant I?

I must say that I’m becoming more mature. I rarely feel depressed during peak hour and I think I can handle the situation much better than before. BUT, I find my self to get pissed off so easily once everything was done / when I’m resting. Now I know why my mum hardly in a very good mood when she’s back from work. It is such a hellish job.

I used to cry because of the high pressure. Lepas tu abang belanja makan Nando’s. HAHA. Okay. Why did I feel like I’ve told this story before? No? Okay. Urm. Like I said, the job is so damn hellish during peak hour. There will be a moment where there are more than 20 tables waiting to be serve. Damn. I hate it. But. Itu rezeki. Okay tarik balik. TARIK BALIK. I love seeing all those bills yang tersusun atas meja sampai tiga baris. :|

Oh ya, it took more than 20 years for me to finally have the courage to be the cashier. I hate that job cuz I never actually memorize the price. And I did lotsa mistake yesterday. And today too. Either it’s too expensive or cheaper by RM0.20, RM0.50 and RM1.00. =.=”

Okay people. Gotta sleep now.

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