i cannot waitress my life away, it is so incredibly UNFULFILLING and brain-numbing. i don't even know if i can properly appreciate 'a language of their own' after my eight hour shift tomorrow. i need coffee. i cannot say 'to hell with interning'. i am going to do the substation as soon as i get the details. i am going to usher for wild rice if i can. i am still wondering about Queen Ping. if i have to cut back or even get sacked because of my lack of commitment to cedele ... i don't really care. i'll give my 100% during my shifts, but if our schedules don't work out - too bad. it's not worth my while and i've learnt that in the FnB business there's no such thing about owing the management commitment when they're bloody paying you $4.50 an hour. make it $6 and then we'll talk. i'm getting paid cafe rates for a restaurant job scope - so damn sly the management is. just because they think they're still sort of a cafe when they're clearly not.

i can't stand the bourgeousie crowd. I CANNOT. cedele attracts such pretentious middle-class snobs. i am irritated with them, completely. singaporeans are so darn pretentious, they behave so snotty just because they can afford a meal at cedele. well, so can i, but i don't bloody act like i'm the Queen of England. and even then, the Queen of England shouldn't be acting snotty anyway. status is nothing. DIE YUPPIES, DIE!

+ posted by M @ 9:02 PM