Now tis the time for major bumming.
I feel sooo happy but sooo sad to have quit my job at TCC. Yes, even though there have been countless…and I do mean COUNTLESS of facebook status updates where I rant my ass off about work, most of the people I’ve met aren’t too bad at all.
I know that our company’s thing is to put smiles on the faces of our customers, but in reality, it all starts with the customer. If they’re in a good mood, you’ll be in a good mood. Because I may ALWAYS be in a good mood, but 90% of the time I am met with pure hostility. I don’t really know why, but I try not to tread on their toes or anything from then on. JUST to be safe.
Now here are some of my rather……scathing updates about work. Re-reading them now just makes me a litttttle horrified:
Good golly gosh. I’d like to think that my experience was somewhat positive…but apparently not. 0_0
Anyway, crappy updates aside, I really have met some great people. My shift manager is awesome. She’s from Myanmar (not IT from my previous post) and she’s this young, simple and fun-loving girl who very rarely loses her cool. Next to her is probably my assistant manager, this huge malay guy who (unfortunately) got transferred elsewhere before I could say bye to him. He was probably the chill-est person next to the shift manager. The head honcho of the store…is…in my eyes…still a bit of a bitch. BUT I will give her props for being nice to me on my very last day of work. Hardy-har-har.
The manager-in-training, this guy from Philippines, was definitely the bestest boss I had there. He was awesome, guiding me whenever possible, always saying ‘hi’ and ‘how are you’ whenever I’m this grumpy misfit who runs into the store (late again) for my shift. Also, we had really great talks after closing time about life and relationships. OH and he never failed to tease me about my boyfriend-less state. (-_-)”
The first barista I met…was this awesome girl who had amazingly huge eyes and a level of patience that even I could never…GET. On my first day, she was the loveliest person there. =) I’m so grateful to have met her because I think I would’ve been a nervous wreck if it weren’t for her.
I think the next person I am very happy to have met is a student who is also UK-bound this September. I think we got off to a strange start, mostly because he was rather quiet, but then we talks loads during our shifts and I felt that somehow I had met a friend, not just a colleague. So thanks for helping me feel…belonged. =)
Who else have I missed out…? YES. The three stooges plus the Barista who only pops in on Saturdays! The three stooges are all Poly kids, studying and working at the same time. All of them were gentlemen, very professional and full of advice when I needed it. Thanks for all of your help! =) Plus, the hilarious barista who never failed to make me laugh through one of his lame jokes. Hur hur hur. I really miss all of your company.
I’ve JUST noticed that there are more guys than girls on this list (eeps) nevertheless my work environment was largely female-centric. Why do you ask? Because I didn’t really get along with many of the girls. I think its a Top Girls thing. Women in power don’t like other women vying for power. During my last week, with the exception of the manager-in-training, all the managers were women. Women who kinda looked grumpy all the time. I know I was one of ‘em, but I could switch the smile on and off pretty quickly. Basically, if I wasn’t happy, I’d just FAKE it. I wonder how the males feel…working in such a women-dominated environment? (Even all the cooks were men!) At least I felt like I could be myself around guys. They wouldn’t judge me, they won’t really scold me (unless I did something really bad or stupid) and they would always help me if I needed it. The women? Totally different. I think it was every man for himself (no pun intended) or rather, every WOman for HERself. The…sisterhood thing wasn’t really there. But the brotherhood was. Maybe that was why? I don’t really know. Maybe I just got on the nerves of all the women. HAHA. And the men just found it to be funny. HAHAHAHAHA!
Anyway, here ends the portion of my waitressing life. Now I shall BUM around the house, teach on Mon/Tues/Fri and haphazardly practise my violin because I failed my diploma exam by TWO marks. TWWWWWOOO MARKS. Yes. I flunked the recital by TWO marks but passed the rest. Unfortunately you need to pass ALL components in order to get the diploma. So it looks like I’ll be re-doing the recital portion in UK.
It’s back to scales I go! And tapping and articulation…and…*zzzzz*
…OH OH OH and pack as well! I will be leaving to Brunei first before heading over to London. Purely because its easier for my Dad to redeem a ticket from Brunei to London. GARCH. That means I’ll be stopping in Dubai! #@)$*%@(#$%&!(#%&@#$%@
On an utterly random, RANDOM sidenote…I love my parents so goshdarn much. =)
