Strange things are beginning to happen.

I’ve never realised this before, but working with people from Singapore, Malaysia, Myanmar and CHINA…is fucking irritating.

Tonight’s shift really opened my eyes about how stupid some foreigners can be. Yes yes, Singapore is always snarking about that ‘foreign talent’ thing and sometimes I do feel sorry for them. Mostly because they are doing jobs that Singaporeans would never, ever dream of touching with a 100ft pole. And they do it without complaining (too much) because they have families to support and what they earn here is wayyyyyyy more than what they could ever make in their own countries. PLUS, they work like dogs. I’ve witnessed it with my own eyes and yes, I feel sorry for them.

But sometimes…they’re just fucking stupid. I want to do my job, and I want to do my job right. And although I’ve only been on the job for 3 weeks, as compared to some of these people who have worked there for years and years, I’d like to think that good service is universal. Sure, I’m enthusiastic about great service. I want to serve people the best I can, because if I were to be served, I’d want my waiter to be nice and helpful. So I’m trying. Slowly, but surely. Most of the time, I ask people a million questions and it drives them nuts, but I want to learn and I want to be useful to those around me. But the minute I’m on a roll, or feeling great, some idiot just HAS to piss me off. And most of time, its this dumbass who won’t listen to me when I call its name. Even a nice, “Hello” is met with dead silence. So what am I supposed to do?

Tonight, IT was a bitch. No joke. For the past couple of days I’ve had to work with it, we were on polite but strained terms. Tonight, it just said all these stupid things. Like how it was doing everything and no one was helping it. Well…I tried to help by cleaning up the cups and glasses but someone else told me not to do it. So what am I supposed to do when I’m met with such resistance? I’ve wiped cutlery, scraped off food from the plates, refilled water jugs, emptied trays, taken orders, served food, cleaned up tables, chatted with customers, tried to be the nicest I possibly can….but no. It doesn’t care. It only cares about itself. Believe me, I want to help it. Even though it hates me so…and for what reason? I do not know. And before I forget, IT is a foreigner. So much for foreign talent. Can’t even bloody ‘work together’. Seriously. Go fuck yourself.

Then there’s these blind-deaf retards who we call ‘chefs’. As lovely as their food looks when it comes out, they are so full of shit I’m surprised they haven’t flooded the kitchen with it. Granted, there are one or two nice ones that treat me like an adult, like a colleague. Not some bloody piece of meat. I have great respect for those chefs who also respect me. I may not know how they truly feel about me, but for now we get along fine and I’m totally cool with that.

There are three bloody idiots I hate. One is a cheenaman. The other two are Malaysians. I’m not pointing fingers here but the one from Cheena is the worse of the bunch. Something as simple as, “What table?” is met with utter silence. At one point tonight, I yelled through the hole, TWICE. “WHAT TABLE?!” and they laughed at me after I yelled the first time. Then I yelled it again, thinking those bastards couldn’t hear me and then they mumbled the table number. I was very…VERY tempted to drop the food on the floor. These scumbags don’t deserve anything. They deserve to die in the very oil they use to deep-fry food.

I hate going into the kitchen.  The moment I enter, all eyes are upon me. It doesn’t help that they don’t understand me…AT ALL. One of my supervisors say that my english is ‘too chim’, and that I should use simple terms to communicate with them. Great. It’s like fucking school all over again. If only I could get them to understand WHAT FUCKING ASSHOLES  THEY ARE. There was an incident where I walked into one of them changing their pants. Lovely. And the other bastard cooks claim that this guy has a crush on me. Even lovelier. Some fat asshole who can’t ever get a girlfriend to save his life. Loveeely. I hope he fucking DIES choking on stick of celery. Fucking asshole.

I really…really…really…hate some of the people I work with. I really do. I wish I could quit but I don’t feel like I’m pushed to the limit YET to quit. I don’t want to give up because some of my co-workers are genuinely great and working with them feels amazing.

But these bad apples just HAVE to fuck things up. I hope all of you DIE. I’m so sick of seeing your fucking ugly faces. I really hope you all DIE. GO AND DIE. You’d make the world a better place. Most definitely.

I AM SO ANGRY AND TIRED!