since mr joel has been refering to himself in 3rd person in real life - though it really freaked him out the other day when someone he spoke to on the phone for the first time, a photographer with a really snazzy website, referred to himself as “The John” - he thinks he’ll try writing this in third person, anyway.
well, for this post, at least. for a start. if it sounds good.
oh fuck it. i sicken me.
its been a whole two weeks since the last post, and a whole lot has happened. a frighteningly lot of stuff has happened, and i can only put it into perspective when i realise that the last time i posted an entry here was the last time denise was in singapore. she was in australia on holiday with her mom, and then talking to her last night and today - we had lunch - i realise how frickin much has happened.
as warrant cheng, affectionately known to us as joo teck, would say, when i would stand in his office for a guard duty debrief, in order to pre-empt any of our feeble explanations for the prior night’s misdemeanours, such as our men walking around on guard with their beret’s off, US walking around on guard with our beret’s off, the night’s guards all sleeping in the guard room, the night’s guards sleeping anywhere but the guard room, etc. , ” i kick off first!!!”
waiting on tables - for me - has come to a very abrupt end. i told my boss at project shop cafe that i had to stop for personal reasons, which is true since for the past well month i ve ben working for five-plus days a week on average, and im not gonna let that continue once mom and dad come back cuz i wont have time to spend with them and my uh, loving siblings.
i DID however do the leastmost responsible thing i could do to help mollify my abrupt departure: i volunteered to help out at the cafe until he could find a replacement, which he did when i volunteered my platoon mate, the self-proclaimed coolest man on earth, Ganesh, for the job, which was ai think a good favour which worked out well for every party involved…
but i digress immensely and you could’ve skipped the last paragraph which was pretty much irrelevant but its a bit late for that, isnt it.
well, the thing is, ive been working at a joint that is a nice place which serves good food, has excellent ambience, enjoys the presence of the occasional celebrity ( i served nadia hutagalung, ann kok, kit chan, najip ali… amazing bunch…), has professional and friendly waiting staff, especially with my departure……………. and is a also hotspot for big, hairy, hunky effeminate men with broken wrists.
before i launch into my usual “i have nothing against big,hairy,hunkyeffeminatemenwithbrokenwrists / some of my best friends are big,hairy,hunkyeffeminatemenwithbrokenwrists” defensive tirade, though, let me tell you that mr joel does NOT enjoy the very constant attention that he received from big,hairy,hunkyeffeminatemenwithbrokenwrists while working at the caf, though he must say its rather flattering to be hit on by big,hairy,hunkyeffeminatemenwithbrokenwrists.
still. its one thing to be cool with big,hairy,hunkyeffeminatemenwithbrokenwrists - its a whole other thing to have them give you lingering stares when you serve them, or when they get touchy-feely when you give them iced water.
i mean, all this horribly suggestive behaviour only comes from having us waiters SERVE them, since it gives them the same sense of power that cheekopeks get at their karaoke dens. horrible, horrible stuff and they just shouldn
…you know what - i just got off the phone and in one night, ive gotten TWO huge weights off my chest so… today has been a great, great day for closure of two really huge emotional issues that’ve been bothering me. i wish i could inherit my dad’s ruthless 1337 AzN businessman heart, it would come in handy so, so much right now.
amen to all of this.
