!Tuesday, December 05, 2006
i havent eaten for 31 hrs. i think i broke my record.
no.im not on a diet.
i always thought that working is easier than mugging. at least i had fun at my previous jobs. i always thought that that it is a matter of whether you are willing to learn and work and put in the effort. and dats all that mattered.i was so wrong.
i was so miserable on my first day at work. i was crying like shits in the bathroom. my whole body ached like hell. we were nicely termed' customer service officer' but in fact our work includes everything. it isn't an easy job at all. we have to check in ppl, and this includes differentiating all d different cards-gold, platinum, sliver, normal, black wadeva. then we had to check d different classes, time, studio, instructor, wad type of class and day. and we do classes booking and cancellaton. we do towel cardsand give towels. we do check-in system. we fold towels. (when we fold slightly wrongly we must refold d whole pile). we do checking of vip lounges. we do check outs. we empty towel bins. we answer all sorts of funny calls. we help with inteviews and new guests' forms. we bring new guests to lounges. we help the consultants. we do basically everything. and stand for long hours.and have no time at all to rest except at lunch.and we work at sucky times including christmas period which pisses me off cus ive plans. :(
the worse thing is, i hate my working enviornment. they speak in their mother tongues which i don't understand. and often don't know what is happening.some seniors are nice. some really nasty. i hate the tone they use to tell us to fold the towels faster. if i didn't had another newcomer accompanying me i would have broke down there and then. instead i gave my sweetest smile to all members and guests. now, applaud me.
i was so tired i fell asleep with my contacts.so this morning, my whole body refused to wake up to go for work. and i overslept. and over there, if you're one min late u're damn late. so there. i think i was fired. but i dun care anymore.
i wish my parents could have been more underestanding. when i was putting in the shoes and opening d front door. i told myself no matter how friggin tired i am, how hungry, how my body aches, i would not show my tiredness in front of them. but i finally broke down when i kept being reprimanded for not telling them what time i was coimg home. i am someone so used to independence and freedom i don't need such scoldings. they've never helped me with decisions and i was always on my own, i don't see how i deserved to be pick on at home when i have been the whole day at work. and the other day my mum kept going on abt how it is a waste of money to spend on prom. when i didn't even asked a single cent from them for prom. and which is why i frigging have to earn moeny. and i very very very seldom ask them for money in my course of growing up. i buy my own shoes, bags, clothes, make up, almost everything beside transport and neccesities on my own. i ask for very little. ive longed forgotten how to ask.
i feel miserable, pathetic, abandoned.
i want you in my arms ;
- 9:00 PM
