Sunday, August 13, 2006
- Kaleidopeople -
Work was crap today..
The good thing about working with people, is the ability to see the many different types of people that pass by. And because you only see them once (or maybe a couple of times if they're regulars), you can't help but form your own pre-conceptions of these people. I love doing that. It's so fun to wonder what kind of lives other people may be leading, or whatever you believe they're leading.
I see so many gay (?) asian guys, that I never seen before. It's so funny, because they're the nicest people with such great personalities. And they're quite patient as well. If they aren't gay, then they are sure as well very metrosexual. But acutally I think there may be another word that describes ...... oh, that's right. Effeminate metrosexuals. There's a regular couple, that I assume to be lesbians. Asian lesbians. They always have the one porridge with no spring onion and two spoons 'cos they share. They laughed when they found out I remembered them. It's not that hard when they come regularly and order that exact same thing. I wonder if they'll still order one porridge if they split up (*touch wood*)?
There's this lady that comes in with, sometimes her daughter, or son, or mother, or friends, just to have the sweet beancurd. If you're asian, you'll know what that is. She's real nice too. She also found it amusing I remembered her, and now I make it that I get her dessert. The other day, she said I was a really sweet girl. Extra points!
We also have this old man that always comes to eat al a carte at lunch. I don't want to say his name, but he owns one of those funeral...places, where they organise people's funeral's. Yeah anyway, he's a lonely old man with a heap load of money who comes to eat and have cognac. So since he spends just abt $100+, we treat him like v.i.p. All of the above people are coincidentally v.i.p as well. Everytime I see him I feel sorry for him. But when I'm stuck talking to him, I want to get away. He loves kindness. He rewards it with money. But, he's old. You don't know what old people with money are thinking.
Today there was this guy, when I walked by he looked up and smiled. Which got me paranoid 'cos I didn't know the guy. But the more I looked at him the more he looked like a friend's brother. And I asked him. And he said no. How embarrassing! I walked away with shame, with my head held low so people couldn't see me blushing.
I can't think of any other interesting customers.
Other than that, I just realised that I completely went off the topic and THIS was not the topic I was supposed to rant on about.
Hence, the title you see is edited.
~Listening to: End of Fashion - The Game
The good thing about working with people, is the ability to see the many different types of people that pass by. And because you only see them once (or maybe a couple of times if they're regulars), you can't help but form your own pre-conceptions of these people. I love doing that. It's so fun to wonder what kind of lives other people may be leading, or whatever you believe they're leading.
I see so many gay (?) asian guys, that I never seen before. It's so funny, because they're the nicest people with such great personalities. And they're quite patient as well. If they aren't gay, then they are sure as well very metrosexual. But acutally I think there may be another word that describes ...... oh, that's right. Effeminate metrosexuals. There's a regular couple, that I assume to be lesbians. Asian lesbians. They always have the one porridge with no spring onion and two spoons 'cos they share. They laughed when they found out I remembered them. It's not that hard when they come regularly and order that exact same thing. I wonder if they'll still order one porridge if they split up (*touch wood*)?
There's this lady that comes in with, sometimes her daughter, or son, or mother, or friends, just to have the sweet beancurd. If you're asian, you'll know what that is. She's real nice too. She also found it amusing I remembered her, and now I make it that I get her dessert. The other day, she said I was a really sweet girl. Extra points!
We also have this old man that always comes to eat al a carte at lunch. I don't want to say his name, but he owns one of those funeral...places, where they organise people's funeral's. Yeah anyway, he's a lonely old man with a heap load of money who comes to eat and have cognac. So since he spends just abt $100+, we treat him like v.i.p. All of the above people are coincidentally v.i.p as well. Everytime I see him I feel sorry for him. But when I'm stuck talking to him, I want to get away. He loves kindness. He rewards it with money. But, he's old. You don't know what old people with money are thinking.
Today there was this guy, when I walked by he looked up and smiled. Which got me paranoid 'cos I didn't know the guy. But the more I looked at him the more he looked like a friend's brother. And I asked him. And he said no. How embarrassing! I walked away with shame, with my head held low so people couldn't see me blushing.
I can't think of any other interesting customers.
Other than that, I just realised that I completely went off the topic and THIS was not the topic I was supposed to rant on about.
Hence, the title you see is edited.
~Listening to: End of Fashion - The Game
-{ missing you 8/13/2006 07:39:00 pm }-