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Thursday, September 22, 2005
rain in michigan - 5:33 PM
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I haven't been posting this week cos I thought well, some things ought to be left unsaid and before the mist hanging before our eyes clear, I should just remain silent.....NEHHHHHHHHHHHHHH hahahaa i'm just kidding. Before you go 'oh hell this is not the Ruoying I wanna read about', relax. haha. I've been busy pretending to indulge in notes cos of 2 tests and 1 quiz this week... and furthermore, i REALLY had nothing much to write about...

Went to the Hospitality Business (HB) office to submit my scholarship application today since I'm such a FABULOUS student (wahaha) and thus deserves to be monetarily rewarded...and they told me I had to attach a recommendation letter from the most recent employer along with the application... which will make it this hotel in Singapore whom I had worked for during the summer... Let's just call this hotel X, located right smack in Orchard Road.

So now the problem is.... how am I supposed to get a RECOMMENDATION letter from them, when I had only worked there for a grand total of 8hrs? And I am NEVER gonna let them know I faked the number of hours I worked there on my resume. I mean, 8 hrs and 250 hrs, NOT MUCH DIFFERENCE WHAT RIGHT? 8, 50, 200, 1000... who cares? They're just numbers! I mean, other than wanting to TRY out banquet serving, I had no reason to be there. For the pay? HELL, NO. For new friends? WORSE... 10x NO!! And I have 10 reasons why I should NEVER work there ever again.

Ok I lied. I can only think of the following few reasons, but I think its MORE than enough.

1) their pay is really low. (i know banquet serving is not exactly the most glamorous and doesn't require much brain juice, but can you pay us enough to afford an upsized meal at mcdonalds?)

2) i don't appreciate being treated like a 5 yr old. (the shitheads they call Captains there totally don't respect the servers! they bark orders and threaten to dock our pay if we spilt anything. 'IF YOU DARE SCREW UP THIS THING I WILL KICK UR ASS' .... to hell with you, CAPP-Ternnn, no one deserves this, how stupid and slow they are. ok SOME pple deserves it but definitely not us)

3) they hated me. yeah they did. cos I had colored hair. but COME ON lor.... Its not as if I had blue or silver hair color mah. PLUS, the lighting was so dark, who cares? The uncles and aunties were more concerned about the BRANDYS i mixed for them. (ah girl ah, can you gimme hot one hor.. MORE GAO3 (thick) hor... xie xie ni hah) To them, Brandy gao3 enough means I was good. Brandy buay gao means I'm not good....hair color doesn't determine that.
PLUS, i just colored my hair, its not as if its half black-half orange. PLUS i already cut my nails for you lor you stupid shit. So they screamed at me, demanded to know why the hell did I go with colored hair. I just calmly told them that 'Oh, cos I figured I'm only gonna work for TODAY, so I shouldn't waste my $ coloring it back'. That guy just stood back abit stunned for awhile and shadduped. He KNOWS its not worth it. He hates his job I tell you.

4) i got trapped in the elevator after work. and cos they're so inefficient, they only rescued us after 45minutes. and by then, it was past midnight and I couldn't catch the bus and squandered 2hrs of pay on cabfare and they wouldn't reimburse. How suay can I get? TRAPPED IN ELEVATOR? Its supposed to be a 5star hotel.... OHHH yah I forgot, I was using EMPLOYEE lift, not the GUEST lift. ohhh so I guess they lied on their mission statement, u know that part about taking care of their employees needs and all...

OK but i guess its not ALL bad, I mean I did learn to erh.. mix brandy. its just adding water to the brandy the uncle behind the counter leaves out there. OH, but its a challenge to remember everyone's orders. 2 cold brandys table 50, 1 sprite without ice for table 51, hot tea and more wine at table 52...weddings should just be buffet style la. OHHH and u guys know about all those video thingys they show at weddings?... How U met, wedding pictures, romantic love story...Don't bother spending so much time on those... cos other than yourselves and your friends (and we all know most wedding guests consist of 70% ur parents' friends, 30% ur friends), NO ONE CARES lor. They're just so engrossed abt the food that they don't CARE what's going on... (i want the chicken drumstick hor, thanks hah... WAHH this fish JIN HO JIAK EH!) -duh- everyone wants their ang pow money worth.

Anyway, its not my fault to NOT work for them anymore right? 8hrs was MORE THAN enough. I hereby proclaim that if I graduate and ever decide to work there, I WILL KICK THEIR ASS. All the cap-terns will have to go for a complete PERSONALITY MAKEOVER.

So anyway, I told the secretary at the HB office that I'm unable to get a recommendation letter while casually leaving out the fact that I only worked there for 8 hrs and that they hated me, cos I wasn't on their official pay roll and I didn't have a permanent supervisor. Any suggestions to what I can tell them?

*raining in East Lansing, Michigan*

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