It brings in the hell in me and yet again takes the hell out of me to
stand against the wrong choice. well, to be exact, it isnt a choice
after all; it is the compulsion that is driving me crazy....
A week and few days in the kitchen and i am hating it..... starting from the entrance to the exit which is infact the same doorway....
say masuk kitchen on 10th august... a bad bad day!!!!!!!! saya suka kerja tapi too much is too much and too less is too bad... plus samua chef cakap bahasa malayu... saya tak faham. saya faham sikit sikit tapi saya bukan malayu sebab itu saya benci malayu. tak tahu macam tapi saya benci lah.... god knows....
oops.... i am too bad.... today i peeled of ma tear covering and broke down when the chef talked to me in high pitch. it was too bad for the early start at 7am. guess i was over showered with free hands that i got out to help my friend which was taken as a false step. gosh, it kills to be good and punctual...
saying of good, i am reminded of yesterday, when i was put up at the egg station to take orders and infact prepare the order. it was a trash!!!!!!!!!!! the first few guest order fried egg which came out as an omelet. i got couple of orders for omelet for which the final produce was like a scrambled egg... gosh... in the end, i felt like an idiot omelet... i remember what the English lady told me... she ordered for fried egg without the egg yolk broken and fried on both sides. on top of that difficult order, she kept her eyes fixed on me. dammit, i was sweating with the oil droplets smeared on my glasses. To further add to her amusement, she commented " you are killing the egg before it is fried"! i manage to give out a smile in that wreck of time. " i will be fine with your egg intact" came out from my mouth. that was a sheer reply !!!!!!!!!!! gosh, i said back.... the lady could only smile back and comment again.... that was pretty bad for a starter. but today was kinda fine.... but i hate standing at the egg station..... i hate eggs now...................
i have four more weeks to go in this shitty dept. fingers crossed for that... i wonder how well i can cope.... but yeah, all the chef's knows me by different name... hehe its kinda funny to hear myself being called by so many names..... but i accept with a laugh..... after all, i am a foreigner with a foreign name!!!!!!!!!!!!
A week and few days in the kitchen and i am hating it..... starting from the entrance to the exit which is infact the same doorway....
say masuk kitchen on 10th august... a bad bad day!!!!!!!! saya suka kerja tapi too much is too much and too less is too bad... plus samua chef cakap bahasa malayu... saya tak faham. saya faham sikit sikit tapi saya bukan malayu sebab itu saya benci malayu. tak tahu macam tapi saya benci lah.... god knows....
oops.... i am too bad.... today i peeled of ma tear covering and broke down when the chef talked to me in high pitch. it was too bad for the early start at 7am. guess i was over showered with free hands that i got out to help my friend which was taken as a false step. gosh, it kills to be good and punctual...
saying of good, i am reminded of yesterday, when i was put up at the egg station to take orders and infact prepare the order. it was a trash!!!!!!!!!!! the first few guest order fried egg which came out as an omelet. i got couple of orders for omelet for which the final produce was like a scrambled egg... gosh... in the end, i felt like an idiot omelet... i remember what the English lady told me... she ordered for fried egg without the egg yolk broken and fried on both sides. on top of that difficult order, she kept her eyes fixed on me. dammit, i was sweating with the oil droplets smeared on my glasses. To further add to her amusement, she commented " you are killing the egg before it is fried"! i manage to give out a smile in that wreck of time. " i will be fine with your egg intact" came out from my mouth. that was a sheer reply !!!!!!!!!!! gosh, i said back.... the lady could only smile back and comment again.... that was pretty bad for a starter. but today was kinda fine.... but i hate standing at the egg station..... i hate eggs now...................
i have four more weeks to go in this shitty dept. fingers crossed for that... i wonder how well i can cope.... but yeah, all the chef's knows me by different name... hehe its kinda funny to hear myself being called by so many names..... but i accept with a laugh..... after all, i am a foreigner with a foreign name!!!!!!!!!!!!
