Presently.

This will be a boring post (at least more boring than usual) about what's been happening in my life in the past two months. Pfft. Going to have to work hard to remember all those stuff. Haha. Prepare your brain, for this post will be jumping backwards and forwards in time, as my thoughts do not form one train only. There're thousands of them and I'm just constantly trying to keep up with them, noting them down before they speed off again. So let's begin. 


I got a job. Hmm.. I don't remember what drove me, sadly. As in what drove me to go look for a job. Just one day, I decided that I was going to get a job. I typed up my resume and went to distribute them after school. Friday, I remember it was. Horrible. It was so tiring!!!!! I walked so far, and only managed to hand out a few. Blame me. I was very picky. I knew I had no desire to work in an Asian-run shop, and that ruled out like.. 95% of shops in Box Hill. The other five percent didn't need people. So yea. Then I went to this shop in the 'Laburnum Village Shopping Centre'. I have no idea why they call it a shopping centre when it's just a few small shops grouped together. It's pretty hilarious. So anyway, I went into this pizza shop which was new. I remember Kat wanted to work there, but the construction and everything wasn't completed yet. That was last year, in December probably. By the time it was, Kat would have been back home already. But yea.. so I just went in and the boss, Mohammad, asked me to have a seat and wait for him because he was busy. Then when he finally came to me, he asked me to write down the days that I'm free. I was like what? He didn't even read my resume. Not that I'm complaining. So yea. Just like that I got a job. Of course, there was training and everything first. But yea. 


So in my job, I work in the kitchen. I cut up ingredients and stuff like that, get pasta ready, the sauce, do the dishes and everything. I also wait tables sometimes, deal with customers. That means handling the register as well as taking orders and things like that. Recently (like a few weeks back or maybe more) I started making pizzas. Like putting the sauce, the cheese and all the toppings, dealing with the oven as well (wood fire. We use wood fire. Pretty cool right?). I like doing the pizzas most. I HATE the kitchen. I really really don't enjoy doing the dishes. Yes, I do it well and I can do it. But it's just really tiring because THE. DISHES. NEVER. EVER. STOP. COMING! And plus, my fingers are already half dead. The skin around my nails have fallen apart ever since I started working. All the grim that I touch and the fact that I practically soak my fingers in water when I'm in the kitchen. When I go back home, my fingers smell really bad. There's this particular salty smell that doesn't go away even after a shower. Haha. But the shop is actually clean. He doesn't cheat and use really bad stuff for the food, and the kitchen is always pretty clean. It's not too bad. Oh and I like doing the pizzas because if you do the pizzas, you clean up the pizza area. And even though that is also really tiring, I much prefer that to the dishes, HANDS DOWN. 


Two months is a long time, a lot has changed. Which is pretty sad, if you ask me. Well. I used to be happy going to work. But now? I'm not that into it. I used to really enjoy it. Really. You know how as time goes by, you get to know people better than before, and you find out that it's not as simple as it is, that they carry flaws and disagreeable traits with them just like everyone else, that kind of thing? Well. That's what happened. My boss is amazingly annoying. Well.. not annoying. He's just not likeable. Not always though, but at times when it matters, he's not. I know, a lot of you will just scoff at me and say that this is how bosses are all like. I know. But then that doesn't mean I have to like it. 


On the weekdays, because the business is slow on those days, sometimes I'm the only worker there. GOSH don't worry. There's really nothing to worry about.. sheesh. But then there's been a few times when we had a few tables and stuff, and for me, that's a lot of work. A lot of work as in I'm by myself. So I have to get him stuff that he needs (he usually does the pizzas) from the kitchen, I need to take orders and serve the customers, I need to pick up the phone (for take-away orders), I need to get the bill, I need to do a thousand things at the same time, and he goes 'hurry up, what's wrong with you!'. ARGHHHHHHHH!!!! It really gets me in a.. taciturn mood. As in I don't talk, I don't smile, I don't give much reaction when he's talking to me. I reserve that for customers. AND THEN at the end of the day, I do both the kitchen cleaning AND the pizza section. Exceeeeellllleentttt. Also, when customers just sat down right, I'm on my way to giving that table water and glasses. Then he asks me to grab something from the kitchen, and he expects me to get it IMMEDIATELY, no matter what I'm doing at that moment. It's so frustrating! 


That's the worst part. Him pushing everything on me and asking me to do what he asks straight away when I already have my hands full. And he lovesss to blame me. As I said, we use a wood fire oven. We don't close the oven door completely because 'oxygen won't go in and the fire won't burn properly and there will be a lot of smoke'. But sometimes the fire JUST SMOKES even if we leave the door ajar, usually when we just put in new wood fire. There was that one day, it was a weekend, the fire kept smoking up, I have no idea why. Then he was chatting with a customer. Then it started smoking up again and the customer remarked at the smoke and Mohammad was like 'Oh that girl.. she doesn't know how..' bla bla bla. I was so annoyed. Seriously. I did not close the door completely! It was so frustrating! ARRRGHHHHH!!! We also have this CD player we use in the shop and Mohammad likes to play his weird techno/panpipe/Arabic music stuff. THE WHOLE DAY. Then there was that day the customer was eating in and when the CD ended (it was the Arabic music) I changed it to a random CD that the other workers brought in. I didn't want the customer to listen to the same CD again, as he was there for the most part of the CD. The customer was chatting with Mohammad and when the customer asked who controlled the music, Mohammad said that oh they could put whatever they like. Then the customer, darn luck, said that he liked the Arabic music.. and Mohammad typically mumbled something to him that I couldn't hear, naturally pointing his finger at me (not literally though). I was like argggghhhh so wanted to hit my head on the coffee machine! Sheesh! 


BUT, as always, there are many things as well that are good about my job. First, the pay is pretty good. Compared to a lot of other jobs, I have a pretty good pay. Also, despite all his very disagreeable (at least to me) traits, his food is actually pretty commendable. Really. Just that I think it's a bit pricey. Erm.. I think that's about it really. Oh I also like it because it's not easy to find a job within walking distance with your house you know. So yea. 


Pfft. I also absolutely DISLIKE (strongly) the typical Asian who works there. She started before me but stopped for quite a while. But then, Mohammad still puts preference on her. That's not really a problem, just that she acts like she's so superior. Half the time she's just standing there, ordering me around. It's so annoying! She doesn't even help out! Our manager who is Australian, she's nice. When she asks me to do something, she actually says please and everything. She has a really nice personality. But this Asian. Gosh. If she were to open her own shop, she would totally be those typical Asian bosses who overwork people AND exploit them. She's those typical Asians who study TAFE in hopes to get citizenship or whatever. I think a big reason why Mohammad puts preference on her (as in regards her highly), other than the reason that she's worked there for quite a while (including that pretty long period when she stopped) is because she's the only one of us who smokes. Mohammad smokes like a chimney. Seriously. He smokes SO MUCH, I wonder whether he hits half a packet a day, which wouldn't surprise me. He swears a lot as well. Typical American (born in Egypt, grew up in America I THINK). 


OH WELL. Mum doesn't really want me to work. Well.. I agree that work does tire me, but it's not like I can't handle it. Erm.. to be honest, when I started working, my routines, my studies and everything were totally thrown off balance. Oh Mohammad totally expects too much from me. He expects me to work a lot. I told him I don't work on Fridays, but until today he still asks me whether I'm working on Friday (we don't really have a schedule). I feel like flipping a table over when he does these things (well not really..). Frustrating, do you comprehend that feeling I constantly associate with work? Hah. Mum will totally be 'Oh in that case you shouldn't work', she'll be rejoicing. Haha. But then I'm not blind. I know I've got it pretty good. Like I said: OH WELL. 


Continuation of what's happening/been happening in my life- next post. =)