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 ♥ My name is Alicia. I go by ALMIGHTYALICIA on the net. musings
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Posted Friday, August 31, 2012 // 10:17 pm
You are talking about it
 And damn myself for not taking care of my body or working out throughout the year cause here comes my backaches and shoulder aches that I barely manage to remove from dance and stage training during my time in CTSS. I hate my boss. She is really naggy and the small talks that she tries to make with me always link back to my lack of experience in this job (which I have been doing for only three days) and also my poor performance in the baking area which honestly, isn't even that bad considering I have not burn anything yet. The customers are all nice and fine so far. I manage to have tiny conversations with some just to feel less alone at the shop front where I spent about 9 hours in. Nobody made a crazy fuss or made my life difficult, yet. There is this one customer that tried to ask for the recipe of the egg tarts my shop sells, but honestly, I don't even know why she bother cause I had better. WAY better. But no, no, this isn't a story about a crazy customer, it is a chapter from the mental chronicles of my supervisor. She claimed that the lady is trying to steal their "secret" recipe, and keep mouthing about her nationality badly, and incorrectly too (the lady is more likely a Japanese, yet my boss keep saying she is Korean). Frankly speaking, the egg tart is not that good, pretty overpriced in a way and not that much of a secret. -shrug- The job is not unreasonably tough, it's just so quiet in the shop that my mind boomed the voice in my head speaking. I can't multitask cause I can't possibly bake and wipe the cups at the same time, I will burn the fuck out of my hand and the product would be possibly inedible. It lacks the challenge that I figured jobs suppose to have. But anyway, it is a 2-week thing (really it is a 15-day thing) after all. Let's see how much of the chronicles of mental boss adds up to. And I realise the reason why I constantly look for jobs that is temporary is because I have major commitment issues. I am basically Chandler Bing. Labels: F.R.I.E.N.D.S, work stories, working |