Have you ever realised the sweat that goes behind the cute aunties you see at fast food places? (if you think they are cute) Well let me paint a picture for you.
Yes, Aunty and I are working at PL. Yes, we look like zookeepers. I look like a short man in their god awful uniform. Zookeeper boy. As if it isn't enough looking tastelessly attired, we have to get our digits grimy 100% of the time.
Honestly, this is the hardest I've worked, ever. The shit I do at home comes to about 9719823miles as close to the chores I have to do down at PL.
Clearing dishes is a nasty job. Since Taka's PL is reknowned for being the 'most efficient' in all the land of Singapore, they want everything done fast, fast, fast. As a result, clearing dishes would more or less involve physically handling (look-ma-no-gloves) GROSS bits of whatever meal someone digested. So my fingerstips are pepper stung, and lightly scalded (from the 260 degrees C hotplates), to a hint of golden brown.
Serving dishes is even more of a drag. That's where you get to face all sorts of different personalities aka rudeass customers. And yea, I was hella patient, despite the oncoming sore throat. I will hajimemaste your ass.
What I would say is that I regret taking this job. Why, ma? Why didn't I listen and take a simple admin job instead?
I'm hella fucking glad I didn't get to work at Mos Burger. I was afraid something like this would happen and might have ended up hating Mos Burger. The horror.
I fucking smell. Not even the best Redken shampoo will diffuse this virulent smell from my hair, I swear. Now I'll smell like cat food every day. I wish I worked somewhere else, that sold ice cream/vanilla/cookies.. Island Creamery! Or a cafe. At least I'd smell of pretty things.
We're going to be working almost everyday, spanning from a schedule of 1-10pm to compensate for the peanuts-for-pay wages.
L'il Piggo is probably having the time of her life, dancing till daylight, drinking till she turns green.. But I don't think I could havemanaged a night out, Piggo. I am seriously shagged, it's the closest I've been to sports and my legs are telling me that I just ran the 2.4. Definitely not looking forward to the next working day.
But then again, maybe I'm being a priss.. I don't know.
Well I guess the uniform is useful in one way. Aunty and I will not have to pay zoo entrance fees when we visit next Tuesday...
