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Sunday, January 24, 2010

TABLE ONE AT JACK'S PLACE

Today's MY LAST DAY!! WOOHOO!!!!!! YIPPEEE!!
TSK. I WAS SO UNLUCKY TODAY. I took the same bus as Benjamin (The one I still think is gay and TILL TODAY, I don't know what's his position in Jack's Place). :S

Then, the "PERVERT" --> The one I felt look like one, came TODAY. TSK.
He's actually nice to us but I just can't help but think he looks like a pervert. He offered to help us with the cling wrap but I told Hazel that I FEEL LIKE WRAPPING HIM UP INSTEAD SO THAT HE CAN'T MOVE AND WON'T TALK.

Vinus said I seem more like the pervert. But WHATEVER. I realized that wrapping him up won't do any good because the cling wrap's transparent and that means I'll still be able to see his face.

ANYWAY, THERE WAS SOMETHING GOOD TODAY. There was this customer who sat at TABLE ONE. OMG. I think he's cute. HAHAHAH!! :D Seriously. BUT THAT WAS ONLY FOR A FEW MINUTES.

Cheryl: HAZEL! The boy at Table one is quite cute.
Hazel: Where?!
Cheryl: The older boy!!
Hazel: Oh.... (drops her receipt while looking at the boy) -->HAHAHHAHAH!!! She was probably mesmerized

THE BAD THING WAS THAT, HAZEL TOLD OTHERS ABOUT IT!!!!!
She made me serve the sour cream/desserts/refill the water for TABLE ONE.
TSK!

I was so SHY. HAHAHAHA!! Nah, I just think he's good looking. THAT'S ALL!!
I was kinda nervous and I even dropped some sour cream onto his father's black pants (so it became black with white spots)

Hazel asked me to give him my email address, handphone number etc. but I said "TSK. IT'S NOT VERY CONVENIENT WITH HIS FATHER AROUND. HAHAHHAAAHHA!"

Yeah I said that but seriously, I'm not that DESPERATE HAZEL. He's cute but nah, it's ok. HAHAHAH!!!!

We ate quite a lot of food today. I ate two fruit cheese cakes, one chocolate cake, one bowl of soup-of-the-day (Mushroom soup), cherry, one banana-split, two fruit pies. ;) TOGETHER WITH LUNCH AND DINNER. OMG. I really ate a lot!

There was this customer who sorta refused to let me clear her plates two at a time because she was so scared that it'll be too heavy for me. Also, I got asked "How old are you?" AGAIN. This always come together with the shocked expression and something like "You're 16? I thought you were 13?!"

Everything's come to an end. HAHAH! I will no longer have to pull and put table cloths, carry trays, toast garlic breads.

Tomorrow will be great. I'm sure. :D