Thursday, February 22, 2007
once again, this entry is dedicated to my 2 lovely parents, who got their useless daughter out of her own deep s*** (for the lack of a better phrase to describe my idiocracy).
i went for 2 walk-in interviews today for
waitressing. no you didn't see wrongly, it says w-a-i-t-r-e-s-s-i-n-g. i can't believe what possessed me to do that. anyways, naive as i was, i went to these 2 restaurants ernestly wanting to learn how to clear tables and balance trays. the managers, however, had a different opinion of me. well, the first one eyed me very apprehensively and somewhat sheepishly, almost as if i was not even qualified enough to be a waitress, and then told me rather sympathetically that he'd give me a call if he needed my help at the restaurant. who knows, he might have thrown my application into the stove the second after i stepped out of the restaurant, but i didn't really care cos i realised only when i applied that the working hours in a restaurant are simply
INHUMANE. i probably will have no social life, friends, family, church, etc etc should i become waitress esther. hence i was thrilled to scoot off as soon as i could.
but as i said, i was pretty naive today, thinking that the second resaturant would be different. the second manager was kinder (less obvious that she didn't think i could do the job). perhaps cos we were of the same gender, but she almost laughed when she read out my work experience and school record. she asked if i knew how to wash plates and if i was all right with getting my hands dirty cos i looked like the
da xiao jie type. roarrrr... i seriously didn't know that there was a physical appearence criteria to waitressing. *rolls eyes* but anyways, the second manager gave me the job, (and here comes the bit where my parents are involved) but after i stepped out of the office, i decided that i didn't want to do it cos the working hours and days were the same as the previous restaurant. (seriously, don't ask me why i even applied to work there after i realised the working days and hours are just as terrible. my soul must have left my body or something.) hence, i had to get my dad to call up the restaurant to quit the job for me using his parental authority or whatever-you-call-it. thank you ten million and one daddy.
but just as i thought all hope was lost, i got a call from a company who gave me a job as a telemarketer. now that's not such a bad job. after all, i get the weekends free, i work
sane hours, the pay is reasonable and i get to work in the CBD again!! (working in the CBD is seriously a pleasant experience. it just adds to the working atmosphere. haha.) though on the other hand, everyone
hates telemarketers cos they are plain annoying people. =/
rightios, time for bed. its gonna be a really long day tomorrow.. but i'm excited!
11:42 pm
soak up the son
