Rebelling against the rebellion/ Resisting the anti-conformity movement
My stint at Queen and Mangosteen officially ended yesterday. Even the smallest actions can have big consequences, so in retrospect, I'm glad I called my Dad to come along to my last day of work. If they hadn't been there, I would have left early, and I would have missed out on Josh's free Chocolate Mint Martini and a chance to say farewell to Amal.
I want to write about the things that happened on my last day of work, as well as to reflect on what I've gained from my time working at the QnM.
There was an insane early evening rush which I think I handled well enough as food runner, but I started to make small mistakes by around 8.30pm or so. Chef Eric was yelling at various people, including myself, from 6 to 8, and by 9pm, he made some disparaging comment about my performance last Sunday and followed that up by shouting at me for something I didn't do, so I yelled at him back.
I have mixed feelings about this. On one hand, I'm pretty happy that I shouted back at him. I'd been wanting to make up for what happened on Sunday, and I felt that my performance that evening was generally good, and that I did not require him to reproach me. On the other hand, like Rob Bell once said, "Every act is a spiritual act.", and I realized the truth of this a little the next morning, when I felt easily irritated and tempted to shout at my Mom for nagging at me about my messy room. (It was, in fact, terribly messy.)
We had a lot of visitors. Clara and her best friend, Cheryl came. They were gracious customers, haha, and Clara liked the Fruit Crumble a lot, heh. My dad and my youngest brother came as well. Clement and Weili came by, but they didn't enter, and we were so busy that we didn't even have time to have a word with them. (Daph and I owe you both drinks.) A fish came swimming by too, but that's another story =/
We said our goodbyes to the people we wanted to say goodbye to. I do wish that Chef Patrick had been there, though. Funny how my last week of work should end up with one significant disappointment, and one basket of bread dropped (My 100% no-drop streak ended there). In a way, I feel it was God's way of humbling me, and showing me just how much it mattered that He was with me as I worked. I wasn't quite as awesome as I thought I was, haha. I still think I'm not bad as a waiter, though.
Amal came to say goodbye as I zig-zagged my way to the exit (I was tipsy.). She's definitely the person I'll miss the most, there, with all her niceness and her silliness. I'm pretty glad I got to talk with her a couple of times before I left. Ah well, I'll make it a point to come in at 5pm and learn more about cocktails from Josh, so I guess I'll see more of her, hopefully. Haha. Damn. I've become like the Ang Moh regular who has a thing for Donah.
End Part 1
I want to write about the things that happened on my last day of work, as well as to reflect on what I've gained from my time working at the QnM.
There was an insane early evening rush which I think I handled well enough as food runner, but I started to make small mistakes by around 8.30pm or so. Chef Eric was yelling at various people, including myself, from 6 to 8, and by 9pm, he made some disparaging comment about my performance last Sunday and followed that up by shouting at me for something I didn't do, so I yelled at him back.
I have mixed feelings about this. On one hand, I'm pretty happy that I shouted back at him. I'd been wanting to make up for what happened on Sunday, and I felt that my performance that evening was generally good, and that I did not require him to reproach me. On the other hand, like Rob Bell once said, "Every act is a spiritual act.", and I realized the truth of this a little the next morning, when I felt easily irritated and tempted to shout at my Mom for nagging at me about my messy room. (It was, in fact, terribly messy.)
We had a lot of visitors. Clara and her best friend, Cheryl came. They were gracious customers, haha, and Clara liked the Fruit Crumble a lot, heh. My dad and my youngest brother came as well. Clement and Weili came by, but they didn't enter, and we were so busy that we didn't even have time to have a word with them. (Daph and I owe you both drinks.) A fish came swimming by too, but that's another story =/
We said our goodbyes to the people we wanted to say goodbye to. I do wish that Chef Patrick had been there, though. Funny how my last week of work should end up with one significant disappointment, and one basket of bread dropped (My 100% no-drop streak ended there). In a way, I feel it was God's way of humbling me, and showing me just how much it mattered that He was with me as I worked. I wasn't quite as awesome as I thought I was, haha. I still think I'm not bad as a waiter, though.
Amal came to say goodbye as I zig-zagged my way to the exit (I was tipsy.). She's definitely the person I'll miss the most, there, with all her niceness and her silliness. I'm pretty glad I got to talk with her a couple of times before I left. Ah well, I'll make it a point to come in at 5pm and learn more about cocktails from Josh, so I guess I'll see more of her, hopefully. Haha. Damn. I've become like the Ang Moh regular who has a thing for Donah.
End Part 1
posted by moet at 11:42 AM
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Hahaha. Hahahahahaha oh Ben.
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