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Friday, December 26, 2008

another day at work. the rather sian days. seriously, the not so sian days are spent in the kitchen.
with the uber funny unkle! and the wordless Malaysian dudes who look bengish but aren't actually.

Oh well!!! out of the seven days i've worked.
five were spent in the kitchen. the first two as a ... i hate to say this , 'salad girl'
some tall guy called me that and asked for a sauce!
the 3rd - 5th was runner.
6th i had to do stations, and i didn't learn much.
7th- today, i learnt smth! took orders, cleared tables, look like a retard. at least DL wasn't the MOD today.he keeps forcing me to carry to layers of plates on my arm. and i seriously dint and dont dare!


so heres to wrap up. tomorrow is no work day! band prac and BBQ at aunts place.
oh sick!BBQ. I'm so not eating..

working at TR has turned me pretty anorexic. I cringe at every sight or smell of food,esp BBQ-ed. I practically dislike eating all together. how to survive this Christmas.