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Dangers Of The Job

Did you know that being a waiter is actually a very dangerous job? Not convinced? Read on.

1. The Bell Ringing Sydrome (BRS)
Recently, loads of us (waiters) have gone to see the company's doctor, and have been diagnosed as having caught the Bell Ringing Syndrome, or else, better known the BPS. Let me explain why the disease is so contagious. When the food's ready, the chefs ring the bell. When the bill's ready, the cashier rings the bell. When the drinks are ready, the bar girl (ie. the drink-maker. duh!) rings the bell. When the customer needs attention, they ring the bell. It becomes so bad that we don't even know who rang which bell! If you have the following listed symtoms, please consult a doctor asap. First, you think that any bell rung (including temples and churches) is a noise made to catch your attention. Second, you can differentiate among 10 bells which is the one that sounded. And lastly, you bring a bell around to get peoples' attention instead of calling out to them.

2. Danger of Becoming a Murderer
Pouring sky water (refer first entry) on customers is a sin, and pouring a whole claypot of chicken gravy and the chicken is nothing short of murder. Usually under these circumstances, a typical Singaporean would have three options. First, he could sue me. Second, he could employ a lawyer and sue me. Third, he could employ a lawyer, sue me, and the whole restaurant and its staff. Lucky for me, he wasn't that type lor. He didn't make much of a fuss, but boy, did his girl look ready to pour her pasta on me!

posted by Glenn @ 12:58 AM 0 comments

The Most Difficult Job In The World

It's my first entry, and I'd like to set some facts straight. Think serving (read:waiter/server) is an easy job? You're so mistaken. Think we are like the clumiest klutz around? Try our job. Think we're irritating when we forget your request for sky water (read: tap water with ice), or your demand for shredded cheese? Hey, we think you're irritating too alright? You have no idea how demanding the job can get.

Picture this : The restaurant's packed. You're doing the serving, clearing, billing, order-taking, and not forgetting, entertaining some "ang-mohs" telling you "there's a scarceity of sauce" (read: there isn't enough sauce. Can I have more please?) You walk down the row of tables and you get requests like "Bill please!" "Where's my dessert?" "Is my pasta ready yet?" "Fill my glass please!" "Could you like, clear this table?"(fake smile), when this woman, who speaks as if she had a failed 4 years education in the U.K. (ie. not ang-moh wanna act ang-moh) says, "where's the duck in my pasta?" I mean like, hello?! I've got like a thousand stuff to remember and you're asking me where's the duck?! I could have thought of like a hundred and one replies, but did I really want to lose my job? Nah, couldn't risk that. She'd probably do a Christina Aguilera and screamed the whole restaurant down.

And trust me when I tell you I've encountered worst.

posted by Glenn @ 12:35 AM 0 comments