I have failed miserably today and i feel so disappointed with myself. That wretched buzzing creature flew in and out like it's father owns McCafe, and though i tried very hard to aim the cloth at it, it was futile attempts on my part. It managed to once again escape my non-existent aiming skills, and flew out from the counter front, probably humming (or buzzing, really) 'Jingle Bells' as it went.
I FUCKING HATE BEES.
Jane have officially made me the bee-exterminator in cafe...so to not be able and kill one, when i clearly saw it flying around, was a upsetting disatisfactory. So sorry Jane love, i guess Boss forgot to tell us that the package needed in order to be a qualified beanie cum barista is good customer service, pleasant physical outlook, self-orientated and absolutely no phobia of bees. Remind me to demand a pay rise.
And remind me to remind Kid to eat those painkillers.
It's hard when your boyfriend sees painkillers as rat poisons that are going to kill him off faster than he can say, "Mat Rempit terus maju!" Honestly. To walk like a penquin, and feel excruciating pain every five seconds due to that uninviting accident, wouldn't you rather get rid of it? Baby i'm begging you. GO TAKE THOSE PAIN KILLERS. They'll kill the pain b...not YOU. Trust. Me. *big sigh*
Downtown McCafe will miss me for tomorrow. Looking forward to working with Jane, Ayman, Joelyn in the morning, and meeting Sab and Ella in the afternoon when they come. I rarely see my three macho closers nowadays, but no fret; Christmas will be here and we'll have our own little Christmas party in the cafe yeah!
My eyes are begging me to go grab that bolster and hug it to bed. Guess i have to succumb to their wants, even though i'd rather have Theodore the Chipmunk or my darling boyfriend (though he'll never be half as cute as Theodore) in my room to hug. For now, have a good night lambs. Dream of Johnny Subway and Joelyn's tattoed-fairy.
INSIDE JOKE. Don't pretend you understand.
I might share it with you though if you get me a cookie. Deal?