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Monday, 4 March 2013

The Misadventures Down Under 2: 工作语录 2

My job... Former job...

Waitress. Taking orders, serving people. Yep, sounds simple. And that was what I thought before I started this job. I didn't know I had to usher, order, serve, clean and do whatever shit anyone else asks you to do. No I don't hate it I pretty much like it actually xD

Usually the cafe is pretty busy around peak hours, which are meal times and you just have to churn at 100 km/h. Absolutely no time to stop. You take an order here, there another customer is demanding why his croquettes aren't on the table yet. Meanwhile the sushi bar in front is ringing the bell indicating an order is ready. Suddenly customers stand up and you have to rush to clear away everything so that the table is ready for the next table in the shortest time frame possible. So multitasking is pretty important. And at this hour you really really hope someone gives you random shit to do, like refilling the sauce, peeling prawns, washing the cups, drying the cutlery etc.

And there are the times when the cafe is absolutely nice peaceful and, well it's not empty but, less people in there. At this time you'll want to look busy so no one asks you to do random shit and you can't enjoy that tranquility. So you pick up a pitcher of water and pretend to walk around asking anyone if they'd like a refill. Or else you hide behind the sink and wash the cups or dry the cutlery, just so you don't stand out enough and provide an easy target for anyone needing help to do anything else or just plain get blamed for slacking on the job.

And the drinks bar... You never want to get stuck there... Because once you go in and shit gets real, there is no way you're ever going to make it out of there... At peak hours there'll be endless cups to wash and endless drinks to make... No, you'll never make it out of there until the crowd dies down...

Well that's just what I feel... So doing random shit instead of serving qqgg customers are my preference... Because... They're just plain qqgg people out there... It really is an eye-opener.

Some people I have met throughout my time here.

1. The indecisive guy
Says he's ready to order, then lets you wait 1238109 minutes as he tries to make a decision, or else banter with his partner/s about what he/she/it/I/you/we/they should get. Well don't mind these people when it's quiet. But when it's busy and you have a thousand shits on your mind about which table you haven't served or cleared or anything else, all you feel like doing is pulling all your hair out, scream and run around in circles...

2. The inquisitive guy
Ponders over the menu, then looks at you and asks: "What do you recommend?" There was once customers asked me over the cooking method of beef I'd recommend... I don't even eat beef, and the closest meat to that I eat is mutton, which... I don't even use those cooking methods... And worst of all I'd never tried anything on the menu before... Besides the takoyaki. Yea. So I had to once again put on my best Oscar-winning-face-of-a-smarty-pants and summon all I have learnt from random cooking shows I watch on TV. "Oh if you stew beef wrongly it could possibly go quite tough, so I'd recommend you order the barbecued ones instead?"

Bullshit I don't even know if it's true or not... And they actually went for BBQ beef... I stayed well away from that table after order that night...

3. The interrogator
Occasionally there will be friendly, usually middle-aged or elderly people who will walk in and ask about you, where you're from, where you're studying, where you stay, what colour your underwear is... Then they'd comment on your language. There was an elderly couple who were surprised that Malaysians could speak English, and I have had people telling me I sounded American (Pretty much an epic fail for my Aussie accent...), Mainland Chinese, Taiwanese. Sometimes you really can't stay to chat, but they're so friendly you feel really bad to just walk out on them... Ah well...

4. The couples
Oh yeah... Them... I look at them, and pretend not to see what they're doing... And what I see cannot be unseen... Especially when serving food it gets all awkward because when you want to put the food on the table they'd have their hands linked across the table looking so lovingly into each others' eyes. And here you come to tear them apart... (Sinister music plays, here comes the light-bulb...)

5. The small eater
Regretfully I fall into this category... xD Well I don't mind you asking about portions but ordering 3 slices of sashimi... Oh fine well I don't mind perhaps but it makes it quite hard for us to enter order... We have to do the math ourselves. Divide and times the price all over again so... Maybe I'll try not to do that anymore and just grab someone out to share. Sorry to all the waiters and waitresses who once felt like kicking me xD

6. The picky eaters
No onions, switching a sauce with another sauce, sushi set omit all the big rolls only small rolls wanted, handrolls and inari set omit inari make it all handrolls, orders ramen but only for the soup not the ramen... And the list goes on and on... Well this category is much better than the next category. At least you go only for what you want and you don't throw stuff away afterwards.

7. The first-world-citizen-who-does-not-know-the-value-of-food
This applies to pretty much most of the customers here. I understand that the portions here are massive, but you could at least be picky or ask for a takeaway box? What beats me is that every time I go to clear their dishes they say: "Thank you, it was really good. My compliments to the chef."
Yea bro yea, then why didn't you finish it or pack it? And when I mean don't finish, it's not just a little bit left behind on the plate, sometimes it's the whole plate untouched! I admit the portions here are massive but at least you could do takeaway or something? Every day I'm tipping an enormous amount of food into the bin which if could be salvaged is enough to feed a family of say... 4 for a week? And that's only on my part, what if you add up what everyone is tipping into the bin? There are so many people who can't even afford a proper meal a day (Sorry... I sound so auntie-ish) and you're doing this to your food. It's just plain disrespectful, both to the ingredients (Er... when they were still living that is...) and the person who prepared your food.

OK my rant is over :p

And just to be random, I'll just briefly talk about the media system in the place. It's a Japanese cafe, yet the songs on the system are 90% English. 2 Korean songs, no Japanese... Everyday I have been listening to the same music over and over again that I know which song is going to come after which. The 2 Korean songs on the track are BAP's Crash and of course, Gangnam Style, which I wonder why until now no one has started dancing randomly while serving... Because I certainly have seen customers start dancing randomly in their seats... Oh WTF we pride ourselves in having an immense amount of self-control to not smash up the player for playing the same songs so fkin many times... Initially thought of jacking the player and loading it with SNSD, IU and DBSK's Japanese albums on my last day but oh the joy... It's an awesome super-modern CD player... So got stuck with Ke$ha, Maroon 5, Avril Lavigne and Carly Rae Jepsen. Speaking of Jepsen, Call Me Maybe was on the tracklist and every time it played I'd singing to it and almost dying trying not to laugh... Why?
Yea that's why...

MmKBai :)

Sunday, 3 March 2013

The Misadventures Down Under 2: 工作语录 1

Last day of work...

My manager walked past today and said: "Maxine, your last day? Next time if you wanna come back give me a call one week in advance OK?" I'm really touched T______________T

I actually like this job at the Japanese cafe a lot. So why was this my last day?

It started last Saturday morning. I was still asleep, and my phone rang. I was gonna just dismiss the call and let it continue ringing, but the screen showed a number I'd never seen before. Curiosity killed the cat, I picked up the call while cussing in all the 6500 languages spoken worldwide. A lady was at the other end and said: "I'm from xx Express (That random convenience store behind my house which pays $15 an hour for people to stand behind the counter and stare at the fridge.) Come down for a chat whenever you're free."

Genius managers they have here. They always seem to know when you already have a job, and they come up with a better one with higher pay...

I went over to the convenience store to check things out on Monday. The !@#$ manager seemed to be exploiting me because she would not be paying me for the training period, and I was like some slave for the day because I had to restock the fridge FROM INSIDE MIND YOU... It's like asking you to drink water but not giving you a cup... No that's a shitty metaphor but you know what I mean...

*But it's so near... And the pay is higher...*

So reluctantly I put on my best Oscar-winning-face-of-misery on Tuesday...

(Melancholic OST plays...)
M: I got my timetable...
K: But...? (He psychic or what...)
M: It's really packed... (Starts wiping imaginary tears pooling in eyes)
K: You could work once a week? Shorter shift? (Look of desperation)
M: My parents... They don't allow me to work anymore... (Starts sobbing uncontrollably...)
K: In that case, you can come back during the holidays then. I have a guy here who comes back once a year too, during the holidays.
M: Really? Thank you! (Eyes glimmer with hope and joy...)

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OK wait so does that mean he's really desperate for manpower or he just plain loves me... Oh come on obviously... (Self-brainwashing)

Anyway now I can finally, proudly and truthfully say that I've been a waitress. I loved this experience, learned many things, met many people (and that includes the fact that I managed to slim down my thighs due to walking and standing for 8 hours a day non-stop on the job. xD).

Ah well, I'll miss this job, it's my first real job in Melbourne after all! :)

Tuesday, 19 February 2013

The Misadventures Down Under 2: Reporting For Duty!

今天上班第一天……
根本就不像是一个女生会穿的东西……
 去到那边离上班时间还有 10 分钟……(冒冷汗),还好经理还没到。有个姐姐给了我制服叫我换了,把包包放在 store 里面,然后给了武器!
今天的武器……
这份工,128179672817261 个字的故事简短来说,不错。比上一分工轻松(虽然要站着 7 个小时以上……),一起做工的姐姐们和经理(到此为止)都很不错,什么东西有问必答,而且对我这个笨手笨脚的人很有耐心…… 经理样子有点像戴眼睛有胡渣又超瘦的 Choi Daniel!哇哈哈…… 工作范围挺广的。除了 ushering,拿 order,捧菜,收碗碟,人多的时候要帮忙顾楼上,顾客点饭的话要给汤,没点饮料的话要端水……等等。很多 code 要记得,可是还好,我是记 code 长大的,所以很快顺手。

第一个轮班,在楼下做了约 4 个小时的工,除了不小心掉了一把刀之外一切都还算风平浪静。过后休息一个小时,去楼上窝在一个角落看小说。休息过后继续工作一下子,姐姐叫我吃晚餐(不错有提供膳食 ^^),然后继续血拼。途中有个姐姐突然问另外一个姐姐什么什么韩文怎么说。这时候想考考自己结果问那位韩国人姐姐:“너 한국인 이에요?(你是韩国人?)” 她说是然后反问我(她看来有点怀疑,也许因为我第一次看到她很兴奋地用华语问了她一大堆东西她才说她不会讲华语哈哈哈 ==)。过后还遇到一对在之前那间酒楼做工认识的工友,有点惊喜。其实这个时候真的不想见任何人了。突然经理一脚把我踢了上楼:“你跟 xx 学怎么准备楼上。”(暗喜,不用见人了。)

清理和确保每桌餐具够不够,那个姐姐叫我剥虾壳。*successkid.jpg
整个人就在楼上自闭拔虾壳。其实虽然说我很讨厌拔虾壳(我不吃虾只有一个情况-虾壳还没拔……),可是因为虾壳拔了只剩尾巴,于是很乐意地拔完了两包。

下楼了一阵子,经理又一脚把我踢了上去:“你去学怎样弄紫菜。”(他不然是个善解人意的好男人,不然就根本不想看到我……*自我催眠中……)

要把一包包冻结的紫菜弄散,然后包装进小盒子。那边应该有至少 20 公斤的紫菜,我和韩国人姐姐一起在那边弄,谈话中得知她是 VIP-Big Bang 的饭。后来她比我早下班,我继续弄到 10 点下班。走之前经理还很打趣地问:“你以后敢不敢吃紫菜?” 我说不敢了……

回到家冲凉房里一只超大只的蜘蛛等着迎接我(我怀疑它想偷窥我们要不然怎么在冲凉房不在其他地方死变态……)。没想到我和室友觉得它样衰把它赶出去了。

明天……其实是今天还要做工。今天 $90 进口袋了,Fighting!

Friday, 15 February 2013

The MIsadventures Down Under 2: I Got A Job, Again...

话说上次找工时,有间奇奇怪怪的酒楼,什么东西不问就马上请了。那天第一天去做工时才知道吃力不讨好。这间酒楼有早市午市,早市卖点心,下午晚上卖酒楼菜。因为是新手,他们不让我帮忙负责点心,推着堆满点心的小推车滚来滚去,就把我推到楼面混。那天工作范围就是泡茶倒茶,收碗碟,摆好桌面,做跑腿之类的……Manager 大人说我不够醒目(明明就是不知所措……),而且抹干匙叉时又弄破了一支汤匙……@.@ 这份工好在哪里就是为你提供膳食,而且很丰富!早上有饭菜,放工有点心吃。可是工资只有一个小时 $8…… 鸡蛋糕别人在便利店柜台后面滚来滚去都有一个小时 $15 拿……

就这样某天,我接到了一通电话,说是一间我滚了进去丢了简历然后滚出来的日本 cafe 打来的。经理说我被录取了,可是餐馆暂时还在装修中,而且他要回马来西亚过年,回来了再打给我通知。兴奋不已,马上辞掉前一份工,拿了工钱。真岂有此理……他竟然只给了我一个小时 $7,说我那天做得不够熟手 !@#$%……(天下6500种语言的脏话我顿时很神奇地都讲得出了。)

话说回来今天我去巴刹买菜时突然接到一通电话,看看号码完全不知道是谁来的,不知是不是私生饭跟踪我,把我买下来的菜和价钱一一记下来,然后跟我回家。(哦莫太恐怖了……早知道戴墨镜帽子和口罩出门。)还是冒着形象矜持被破坏的危险接了电话。

哦原来是亲爱敬爱可爱的经理打来,叫我得空过去找他谈谈。

于是回家放了东西再回到城里找他。走进 cafe 问柜台的服务生说经理大人在吗,同时脑里在想像着经理会是什么样子的……
最好就是……


可是那幅情景就是死都不肯出现……
*暗笑……

可就在这时候他出现了。有点……无言……

年轻小伙子,样子不错挺斯文,戴着一副眼镜……

他问的东西都很奇怪……好像完全没看过我简历一样,可是也要体谅他,看他因为cafe装修工作也便秘到屁股爆炸了。他也不知道怎么会知道我面对他也紧张到屁股爆炸,讲:“Don't be nervous, I'm very easy going.” 

问到我有没有在墨尔本做过工时,
我:哦…………(真的要和他说在那边做过工吗……)有……
他:在哪里?
我:xx (酒楼的名字)
他:那边哦,经理是xx?
我:哦。
他:做多久了?
我:(你这不会是特地刁难我吧……)*沉默……一天。
他:(偷笑)怎么不做了?
我:很久没捧餐了,突然做那么大型的酒楼有点不惯,很复杂。(其实都是 bullshit 我根本没有捧过餐,只不过随便写进简历滥竽充数……)
他:哦,那你在马来西亚在哪里做过工?
我:(又要睁眼说骗话了)xxx
他:哦!那里啊!我去过,是在……
我:Kepong
他:哦 Damansara 也有一间啊,是有自助餐的吧?
我:(你再讲下去我扯头发给你看啦……)哦,以前是有,现在不知道了。

还好他停了。可是又问我读什么,然后叫我不要回去马来西亚……
就这样折腾了约 20 分钟,我被放出来了。现在只需要等他打来叫我去做工。

天啊希望这分工可以好好做好好赚啦……我要我的 DSLR,还有去韩国旅行……