I did not had any chocolates, but i had beer and loads of fried stuff. Sounds great? Ney, it doesn't. I am not guranteed with what i am supposed to get.
Just in case you do not know what the heck has happened, James from Kelly Services called me to take over one of the HR/Finance elective student for their assignment: to pour drinks for VIP's in Robin Gibb's Concert. And for ya info, Robin Gibb is the lead singer of the Bee Gee's, and they no longer cut an album after the death of Maurice Gibb in 2003, due to colon cancer. (If i remember right)
Robin Gibb? Oh my goodness. Yes, yes, yes! I want to see Robin Gibb!
And so i fall into the beautiful trap. No Robin Gibb, but a bunch of angry Singaporeans and Britons rushing for the Night fever. The bar was short handed, and despite that there are additonal 4 helpers from TP to handle the 6.30pm to 7.30pm crowd, the crowd just came in like there's no tomorrow. More and more flowed in, and all they want is just a grab of wedges and wings, or a sip of Tiger and martinis.
But, those morons out there should jolly well know that whenever there's an concert/performance going on, slams are guranteed (slams is a jargon, meaning sudden surge of crowd. ), and thus, they are expected to wait min 10-15mins. We ourselves knows what to do, and we will be serving to you asap, in the fastest speed that we can.
And those morons do not have the patient to wait. So, they complained: where are my drinks? where is my beer? where is my bill? how long do i have to wait for the wedges? I am sitting here for 10mins.
And that explains why i do not want to work in FnB industry anymore.
As the seconds hand on the clock marches tick tock tick tock towards 8pm, the crowd slowly moved towards Robin Gibb, and what was left on the tables were none other than bottles, glasses, cups and bones. The crowd is totally gone by 8.15pm, and there's no one out there drinking, except the two kittens who can perform yoga.
9.30pm: our duties comes to an end. Benson, the manager of Beacon bar, treated us with food and drinks. We are free to go for any drinks on the drink list, and the team of 4 had 3 orange juice and Stella Artois. This is how Benson asked for the drinks:
Benson (to girl A): What drinks would you like to have? It's on the house.
Girl A:(looking at Girl B) do you want anything? (Girl B shook her head) dunno leh...
Benson: U all dun want any drinks? Serious?
Girl A: Orange Juice
Benson (to girl B): u?
Girl B: same
Benson: there's no drinks named same leh...
Girl B: Orange juice
Benson(to guy A): u?
Guy A: Orange Juice
Benson(pointing at me): dun tell me u want Orange Juice as well
Me: Stella Artois
Benson walked towards the bar and called the guys and girls: 3 orange, 1 stella.
Later, we are served with piping hot fried chicken wings, sotong balls, fried samosa and spring rolls. Yes, we are rewarded with those hot food, which was to compenste the lass for unable to see Robin Gibb in person, i presume.
Whatever it is, i don't get to see Robin Gibb in person, and my whole day was gone, just like that.