Thursday, December 01, 2005
miserable miser
forbidden taste.act of a miser.each crumb for a cent.
I am forbidden to drink or eat the food which they cook for the day’s menu,
unless it’s the customers’ clean untouched leftovers.what is one bowl of free soup
and lunch roll to a whole days’ profit.na-da.nil.not even close to a cent.yet, to the
miserable miser, every cent counts,every bit of crumb is taken into consideration.
what is a girl to do to save money on lunch.starve, I suppose.by the end of the
month I will look like a dried up twig.people will be wondering if I am really aneroxic
or am I just malnutricious.I was firmly told that as a partimer, I am forbidden to do so.
If he wants to save so badly, might as well charge the patrons each time
they request for my service.better still, charge extra twenty percent for leftovers on the
plate and soup bowls.Im starting to think if all my efforts is worthy of a price.
I have thought of taking another night job at a bar in bangsar.drunkens have no
recollaction whether if it is a ten dollar note or a fifty dollar note due to their intoxication
towards a high level of wine and spirits.at least they have the decency to leave a few
notes or so.I can only do so after two meet ups tomorrow.both for a designer job.
If these two are substantial hence I don’t even need a job at the bar.
On the contrary,I will take a bar job.
I am forbidden to drink or eat the food which they cook for the day’s menu,
unless it’s the customers’ clean untouched leftovers.what is one bowl of free soup
and lunch roll to a whole days’ profit.na-da.nil.not even close to a cent.yet, to the
miserable miser, every cent counts,every bit of crumb is taken into consideration.
what is a girl to do to save money on lunch.starve, I suppose.by the end of the
month I will look like a dried up twig.people will be wondering if I am really aneroxic
or am I just malnutricious.I was firmly told that as a partimer, I am forbidden to do so.
If he wants to save so badly, might as well charge the patrons each time
they request for my service.better still, charge extra twenty percent for leftovers on the
plate and soup bowls.Im starting to think if all my efforts is worthy of a price.
I have thought of taking another night job at a bar in bangsar.drunkens have no
recollaction whether if it is a ten dollar note or a fifty dollar note due to their intoxication
towards a high level of wine and spirits.at least they have the decency to leave a few
notes or so.I can only do so after two meet ups tomorrow.both for a designer job.
If these two are substantial hence I don’t even need a job at the bar.
On the contrary,I will take a bar job.
ungrateful whore from venus
truly tenacious tonic thursday
taunting black clouds, as dark as the pit of a wok.
thunder roared.booming. rain started falling.dense.light.
I was dredging for the rain to stop.it’s almost lunch.come
1pm the first few customers begin coming in.fifteen
minutes later a bunch of women, all nine of them came in,
filling up two tables.mixture of chinese,malay,indian a two
philipinos.i thought to myself,good.big bunch of people.
all ordered set lunches except for two ala carts.this would
be a good day afaterall.but alas, much to my dissapointment,
the chatterbox clan did not leave me a cent of tip.
At least the french and chinese fella left me at least a buck
worth of tip.It was the malay infidel in pink tudung who asked
for the bill.she gave me three fifty dollar notes and I returned
with her change.i swear that there was at least five pieces of
one dollar notes and a few cents. the blady inconsiderate bitch
took all her change and I had to take the empty basket back to
the counter.the bill was at least hundred bucks.
It took me three rounds to clear their plates, soup bowls and
utensils.With all the service which I have provided them, they
left me dry on a cold wet Thursday afternoon.ungrateful
constipated whores from venus with overcooked abalones.
there will be no good fortune for their well being,ever again.
taunting black clouds, as dark as the pit of a wok.
thunder roared.booming. rain started falling.dense.light.
I was dredging for the rain to stop.it’s almost lunch.come
1pm the first few customers begin coming in.fifteen
minutes later a bunch of women, all nine of them came in,
filling up two tables.mixture of chinese,malay,indian a two
philipinos.i thought to myself,good.big bunch of people.
all ordered set lunches except for two ala carts.this would
be a good day afaterall.but alas, much to my dissapointment,
the chatterbox clan did not leave me a cent of tip.
At least the french and chinese fella left me at least a buck
worth of tip.It was the malay infidel in pink tudung who asked
for the bill.she gave me three fifty dollar notes and I returned
with her change.i swear that there was at least five pieces of
one dollar notes and a few cents. the blady inconsiderate bitch
took all her change and I had to take the empty basket back to
the counter.the bill was at least hundred bucks.
It took me three rounds to clear their plates, soup bowls and
utensils.With all the service which I have provided them, they
left me dry on a cold wet Thursday afternoon.ungrateful
constipated whores from venus with overcooked abalones.
there will be no good fortune for their well being,ever again.
