Another Hellish Day...

Even before the working hours started and the customers came in, I'm sure all of my co-workers shared the same thoughts as I: We're all going to die.


Of course we are, considering there was a whopping damn enormous booking of like, 40 people, and two of our veteran waitresses were missing. And one of our dishwasher/kitchenhand was on a holiday.
Luckily, the big table spared us with many different kinds of torture by ordering a banquet.


We only had 3 waitresses (two of which were underage, and one was still new), one dishwasher/kitchenhand (the dishes piled up so high there was no where to go), three chefs who switches roles (stir-fry, curry, entree), and one bartender, who also does the cashier (including picking up the phone and doing takeaways). 
And then there's me, who's been running around doing different jobs throughout the day. I started off on Spring Roll making duty. I was still making them until around 6.30pm when the evil customers forced me to the cashier because the other cashier had to do the drinks (I can't, though I know how to, since I'm still underage). I did the cashier for about 10 minutes, did the takeaways for about 25 more minutes, then did the entrees for around 15 more minutes. Then I had to returned to my Spring Roll making duty because the orders forced me to do so. I looked at my watch and was SHOCKED to see that it wasn't even 7.30pm yet.
I then ran around the back helping the kitchenhand whilst making Spring Rolls at the same time. I also went and did the dishes for a period of approximately 5 minutes until my mum who was one of the chefs called me to go do something that I can't remember. Though I do remember returning to my Spring Rolls making duty after that, though.


But, it was still another hellish day. It was one of those horribly busy days, which of we just all wish that the customers would disappear into the side of the earth. 


I was halfway to death when an annoying phone call rang. I said, "Takeaway is 45 minutes wait", but the guy insisted on ordering. And what annoyed me was how he ordered without knowing our menu; it took the extra asking time. And he also ordered Spring Rolls, which meant I have to go make some more. Damn him. Anyways, they ended up getting their order 30 minutes late. Because it was one of those hellish days.


I remember about 10-15 people asking when the heck their food is coming...
...while the chefs are about to die...
...and the waitresses about to collapse...
...and the kitchenhand about to faint...
AND THEY STILL WANT THEIR FOOD.
Yep. I consider all customers on a hellish day EVIL.


It's a hellish horribly busy day when; 
-at least 5 people has to wait extra time for their takeaways even though it was pass the waiting time that were told to them, (and they end up glaring at the innocent cashier)
-at least 3 tables ask when their food is going to come
-at least 1 table complains and asks for some sort of compensation
-at least 3 orders of drinks is piled up on the bar for around 5 minutes until someone actually goes up and do it
-at least 1 phone call is lost during the course of the day
-there is at least one time when there's no space to fit anymore dirty glasses because the earlier round was yet to be washed


Well, I can sort of understand how they'd be angry when they have to wait for 1 hour for just one dish.
But we go by the order they come in; it's unfair to skip the order and give someone else the food first.
SO DEAL WITH IT, IF YOU WANT GOOD, DELICIOUS, AWESOME FOOD!!


After working at a restaurant where hellish horribly busy days occur frequently, my patience has increased by a HUGE amount, and I feel that half an hour is such a short period of time. It really is.


Anyways, all of the staffs that day finished at 10pm, the earliest (otherwise, the two remaining chefs finished sometime after 11pm). The two underage waitresses usually finishes at 9pm, but there was so many tables left that needed cleaning that they decided to stay and finish up. ><


After the customers left, we still had to wipe the tables clean, carry the tables inside, and also add up all of the  bills to find the income (my job. :) ), and also clean the kitchen, pots, pans, wok, etc.


Customers might not realise it, especially evil customers, but it's tiring running a restaurant.
I don't even get free time after school and before work anymore, since I'm on Spring Rolls and Curry Puffs making duty while the boss is away on a holiday. DX 
My mum doesn't even get to eat dinner sometimes.
And she went to bed at 3.30am yesterday, while I went at 2.30am, since she has to add up all the incomes, profits, etc and stuff for when the boss comes back... (I helped. That, and we got home at 12pm.)


I hate hellish horribly busy days. They make me want to die. ^^

The End of Humanity

There was once a time.... when I'd study "Natural Disasters".

After talking about how many natural disasters have happened and how many have been killed with my friend, we wondered why the world population just refuses to decrease. Humans can be really persistent.
And why there are so many natural disasters... and why people try so hard to live.

[I really do think that "There's no need for doctors since we're all going to die one day, anyways". But then again, I'd want them to exist once someone I know gets sick and needs one. =.=]

The world is trying to end humanity by sending those disasters to kill off humans; yet we tried to resist and their plans failed. (Why won't they just let things be?)
But we won't be able to escape the raising waters... that is, unless we go live in space.

I wouldn't mind dying as long as it was painless.

This subject was brought into my mind one rainy, gloomy day. The rain painfully reminded me of the raising flood waters in my hometown; is it really the end?
Actually, that wasn't what I'd really thought. (sounds sentimental, don't you think?)
I wondered "why does it have to be my hometown?" and then wondered if I was acting like a hypocrite.

And apparently, there's going to be a storm HERE that will last two weeks...

Well? Do you really believe that 2012 is the end?

I say that, but "the end" is just the start of another beginning. Who knows, after humanity ends, there may be a new species that won't destroy the world like we did.

New Manga Needed~!

I need something to read!
No cheesy romance this time. ><
Something Noblesse-like... :p

Such a pain, I want Noblesse to update, like, every single day. That way, I can keep myself happily occupied. ><
I want all mangaka, editors and scanlators to be inhuman, or at least be able to work to the point of being inhumane.

What Awards Night Brought Upon Us

Even before it began, I'd once said that Awards Night... is a pain.


And on the night, it really did become a pain when the three principals -plus one teacher- decided to innocently give us all the torture of boring speech in four consecutive presentations. 
They were just so creative, saying something with the same meaning but with different words.
"We are a great school that sent our students to oh-so-many competitions and they all came back with super-amazing results." No-duh. 
And the P&C Association representative... did he thought that he was citing an ad for a commercial? All I heard him say was "I'm advertising and promoting the P&C. Come join us. NOW".


[I'm writing really freely here, since no one knows who I am, and I'm not mentioning any names, so it's all cool.]


And I swear the people taking care of the lights and effects are half-blind... or that they wanted to make the audience blind instead. The volume of the blast could also be considered as a deadly threat to people who value their hearing senses.
This is the same as last year; an amazingly bright firework and confetti that really did start with a "bang!".


The awards line was sooo long, but I didn't like how I had to missed one of my friends' award to go take a stupid photo that I don't even get to ever see in the end (that was what  happened last year, anyways. Pointless photos.) 
And the geniuses...! I felt sorry for them; needing to run back around and around again and again so that they'd be in time for their numerous awards... 
BLAME THE POINTLESS PHOTOS


My hands ended up hurting yesterday, but this may be a good thing. Yep, a good thing.
Concert Band, Percussion Ensemble and Stage Band are awesome as always, although I think this is only the second time I've heard Percussion played. ...And I'm not going to say anything regarding the Choir.


I guess that's all. ^^

The Journal That's Happening Right Now and the Person Who Blogs...

...a.k.a. Livejournal and Blogger.


I'd just created this account recently. And I'm in a... quite small... predicament.
This is the question; Should I, or should I not delete my livejournal account? Since Blogger and Livejournal are very similar, and I only need one of those "post" websites, otherwise things gets too troublesome for me.
So what do you think? :)


It'd be good if you could also tell me the negatives/positives/differences/similarities of each website.


Thx, Mage-chan~

Make it Sound Legendary

Let's see. I just created this account, so of course I want to write something on it. Just one post on my "The Comments on Life" blog wasn't enough.
And since this blog is called "The Complaints Journal", I might as well complain about something.


Doesn't it annoy you when you feel guilty about something, even though it's not your fault at all, and you know it?
The unit this term for English is Parody on ICT issues, to be loose. We have to perform a parody in the form of a Current Affairs show, featuring an ICT issue. There should be around 3-4 in a group, the teacher says.
We started of with three, of course. Let me codename the other two "Gus" and... "Lee". Both of them are guys, by the way.
The next day, one of our friends who was away yesterday ended up joining our group. Let's codename him "Jo". We started a little more, and ended up taking in another friend of ours, who was alone (we are nice people, after all... :/ ). We weren't expecting the number to increase anymore since those were the only people we were close enough with in our English class. Then... came along Mikey, the moody-seeming transfer student that reminds me somewhat of a yankee. You can never actually tell though. Anyways, the teacher walks by and tells us that he is joining our group... without our consent... though I didn't plan on rejecting him from the start anyways. That's a little too mean, he is new and all.
And so we ended up... with six.
We continued working like this while I write the script for the parody (I have the highest grades in the group, and it may be just me, but I'm also the most serious and sensible... [I will be honest and praise myself here... =.=]) I was halfway through when the very same teacher that told Mikey to join our group told us to split into two.
We all went quiet after I said, "So who's with who?"
Gus quickly went, "I begs to be with *Mage-chan. ~Let's codename me Mage-chan for now~*."
And then Jo went, "I begs to be with Gus".
And things went on from there.
Truthfully, those two were the ones that I'd wanted to be grouped up with, since the other three just seemed so... hopeless. They're, you know, the type that you'd assume that they fail every subject (hello, I'm being honest here...)... But those two were the more reliable ones... at least I was sure they'd do something.
After that, relationship becomes strained. The people from the other group won't talk to me anymore. :(
Since we ended up doing the same parody (I'd already started the script, so it'd be a waste to change it, and I'd NOT be happy to give it to the other group), Gus and Jo tried helping the other group a little, but all of them just seemed so... out of the mood.
You get what I mean?


From, Mage-chan~

Lately...

Finally, it has reached my school. 
What is known in my country as... the "Korean Fever".
Not that it's a good... or bad thing. You could say it's not a thing at all.
But the sad thing is that all of my manga and anime friends seemed to have switched their favourite countries in a matter of 3 minutes, average per song. Suddenly, K-pop's popularity sky-rocketed here at my high school. No one seems to be into manga and anime anymore, though that may just be my imagination.


I'm very loyal to my obsession to manga and anime. That may be why I feel slightly betrayed.


I don't even know why I know the names of several different K-pop bands just so I could reply "I know" to the other K-pop fangirls out there once this subject is brought up.


And my K-pop crazed friend is trying to convince me into the current trend, like what she has done to our other friend. I may as well consider this brainwashing...


P.S. If the friend I'd just mentioned is you, please let me remind you that it was mostly a joke. :p