I don't think our cafe needs beanies or staff.

They need robots and slaves. And i'm not gonna go ranting on and on about all those shit work has been giving me because honestly, i'd rather talk about the SAW IV movie Kid and I bought at Johore yesterday. But apparently whatever happen affected me so strongly because i see McCafe as my second home. I see my beanies as an extended part of my family. So as Nadiah would suggest, GIVE UP ALREADY PEOPLE. Let's do coffee bean.

Oh yea, go ahead. Call me a traitor. Call me a hypocrite, and every variation thereof. But unless you work in a customer service line, and having to swallow the motto of customers being always right, then you'd understand what i mean. I said before that my customers are my life. True. But it's a thin line between life and death; or so it seems.

I can never find any other job compared to the flexibility of the job i have at the moment. And yes i'm grateful to the bosses for that and i understand that you pay me, so i gotta work for you, under you, and listen to you if i wanna stay on the job. But don't dream of me licking your shoes. I don't stoop so low. You can pay me just 2 bucks per hour; i don't fucking care. I still clean up my cafe because i spend more time there than at home, and i've got the lovelies and most adorable bunch of brothers and sisters there. If only the bosses understand that we ACTUALLY do work. Whether you see it or not is your own damn problem! Think. If the cafe is so super filthy, would anyone come to work and stay in a place so dirty? I think they forgot for a moment that they are hiring HUMANS, not chimpanzees.

It's simple the case of wrong place, wrong time. When i'm cleaning up and polishing surfaces here and there, i don't see any bosses coming over to look upon me and pat me on the back. But when i'm a little tired, and decided to take a sit...here they march, lecturing why we're slacking.

It's a hard life to live. You gotta please everybody. Gotta please the bosses, the managers and the customers. So much so that you ain't even got time to please yourself. But too bad. We have to reach to the standard that those people on top wants us too. So let's all stand upright, plaster a fake smile on your face and sway to jazz music. Let's hide that you're on the verge of breaking up with your boyfriend, your mother is dead sick at home and you're owing over a thousand bucks to loansharks.

It's the company's policy. TO WORK HERE, PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU HAVE AN EMOTIONAL RANGE OF A TEASPOON.

Saddening much that our human's rights are violated because we need the one thing that makes the world goes round.

And i remembered Prakash words asking what would i do if i had a cafe. Hmmm. Me? I wouldn't care if my bosses or my customers hate me. As long as i know all my crews and baristas love me.

That's enough to sooth my soul before the world ends.