Saturday, January 13, 2007"
1st times
work sux. Money dun come easy. I onli worked cox i owe kai money. Tonite is e worst working nite of my life. 1st, i offended my team leader, a skin head. "Jason Chua" I heard my name called and stood forward. "Say yes laa", he spoke in a friendly tone. I wasnt paying much attention to him ( tinking of sth else ) , so i merely grunted. Food serving alone already isnt easy. I had to bend down towards the table, stretched my legs and tilt them at a certain angle and begin portioning. After the 3rd dish, i could already feel the strains in my right knee cap and spine, so i went to the back to flex my joints a lil. Skin head caught me and went, "what the fuck you doing down here?". I felt a surge run thru my veins. The 1st tink i could tink off was to check out whose head is harder, but i dismissed that idea immediately, tinking of how badly dad wanted me to learn to tolerate. Cooked up some story to get out of the way.
Nxt was the drink server auntie whos in charge of the same tables as me. Kept muttering dat i made a mess of the food and offered to help me do almost every part of my job. Since shes such a workaholic, my work eased slightly but nt for long. Kept complaning and teaching me how to hold a bowl, ladle, fork and spoon blah. At some point of time, i begin to realise how spoilt i was at home. Then again, i just dun see how she was able to feel so proud bout being experienced in serving pple. Its afterall a low class job. Though im nt really disgusted by this, this guest contributed to my work stress. He had special requests for every dish that even the host finds it difficult to appease him. Worst of all, i had to put up wif all the stares skin head gave me. For these days i've been working, i had been stereotype dat the entire working society is rude, ill-mannered and basically savage. ( Yea, i have to admit i have attitude problem at tyms )
It rained quite heavily after work. I couldn catch the last train home either. Mum dont know the way there. Dad cant drive either. So both of them came to drive me home. Dad brought up the topic on how independent my cousins are. Then for the 1st tym in life, my parents quarrelled over how pampered i am. Dad kept blaming mum, but then again, it was the 1st tym dad interfered so much wif my life. ( He couldn do so in the past because he had businesses to run ). Work was already energy dissipating enough. Trying to resolve their quarrels made it even more stressful to me.
Dad was right all along. I cant cook even instant noodles. I cant even serve food for myself to eat. I had exactly no idea how to hold a fork, a spoon nor a pair of chopsticks proper for the last 18 years of living. I had been too reliant on mum for transport dat even cx finds me spoilt. I nvr visit the market for food b4. I had been too reliant on other pple to buy food for me. I cant chase a bird away when it flew into the kitchen. ( Dad's fav topic to mock at me ) I cant wash the dishes. Im worse than a vegetable. For the 1st tym in life, i felt shameful in declaring how spoilt i am. Alec was right too. I was in bliss w/o knowing.
Spoken at Saturday, January 13, 2007
