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Okay, so we all know that joke right? Why is 6 afraid of 7? because 7 ate 9...hahahahahaha!!! Right, so it just so happens that the club where the function i worked at for the past two days also goes by the name of 7 Ate nine. This reminds me of how wierd names and bars, pubs and clubs come together. Remember a certain joint i used to work at? Yeah, it's called Up2U cafe.


Thats besides the point. It was just something i was thinking about... I look back on those two nights (i love reflecting) and i start to think.

Right, so this is how it started. It was Tuesday and i had kitchen practicle all the way till 3pm. Whilst having our timeout from playing cookie, a friend managed to get me and another friend (An Ying/ Ingrid/ Anne/ Ah Ying) to go for a part time job. Well, i was asking for it a few months back, but this was sudden. I'd only have one and a half hours to get to the station after class ended (IF it ended on time, which it never does). Oh, almost forgot to mention, i've been sick for nearly a week when i got the job...

The club was at the Ascott hotel, right next to Mandarin Oriental and KLCC. Yeah, kinda far from where i live/study/would like to go... Anyways, we got there just in time and we reported in with the restaurant manager or RM. he was a nice guy and he showed us around... The club is owned by Irishmen (i think)...

So okay, i'm gonna fastforward to the "fun" part. The whole function was because of the clubs first year anniversary, and this meant that starting 8pm there'd be free flow booze all the way until 10pm...YAY!!?? not for us...

The place was packed by 8.30... not packed as in every table had customers...not packed as in every chair was taken up...but packed as in we couldn't so much walk trough the crowd... We had to either squeeze, pass along, climb on to podiums and down again, or just crawl trough the damn thing...

Of course it wasn't all bad. The customers were friendly (at least most of them), they were mainly white-eyes, indians and chinese. When you think about it though, why wouldn't they be friendly? you're giving them free booze. We momentarilly ran out of white wine (and later red) halfway trough the function. There was a cigar roller from Cuba, and where there is a roler, there are smokers. Every breath you took was like puffing on one, and this didn't help my sickness one bit.

By ten me and An Ying were dead tired...water never tasted so good, and sitting down felt like a luxury... Now this is where i made a decision that was glad i did. The function was for three days in a row and i just worked for the first one. It was so tiring i figured i'd jsut tell the RM that i couldn't come the next day, but then i though about my schedule and i found that i'd be free from 12 in the afternoon and i'd have all the time int he world to get to KLCC, so i told him ok, i'd come the next day. I might say for a first time, i did quite well...An Ying did great too, to which i must confess i did underestimate her a bit...

The next day was a little more relaxed, the journey there in any case. This time round when i got there, since i knew some of the staff already, i got some greetings, which felt nice. In a way it kinda reminded me of how working was like back home in KK...

The drill was the same, except for the minor change in drinks. Instead of the red and white wine, tiger, heineken and Rose Sangria we were serving yesterday, we had Johnnie Walker to replace the Sangria. This makes life easier. Shorter glasses means lower chances of spillage/droppage/breakage.

Okay, so there were a few interesting things that happened on the second night. A man sitting in the corner of the club waved me over. At first he asked me for some beer, and i asked back how many? he replied "as much as your tray can hold. I was a bit fazed by the request, so he asked for a few, i replied by asking if four would do and he said yes. So about twenty seconds later (after jumping over, crawling under and squeezing through customers) i set all four bottles on the table from my tray. I start to walk away and he motions for me to come back, and when i do, he stuffs ten bucks into my pocket. I looked at my watch and i relaized what he was doing. It was about another ten minutes before "free flow" time was over. i smiled to myself.

The most gratifying part about the job is making a customer happier than they would expect. And of course recieving compliments (or a ten buck tip) for your hard work (cause i really worked like crazy)... one would imagine the amount of hot gurls at the funtion...but one would also ahve to imagine how busy it was that i couldn't pay much attention to the flocking chicks. T.T /Cry....

Allright, at the end of the night i thought i'd get 7bucks per hour. We worked five hours a day, so times two its a total of ten hours. You'd think the RM would gimme 70 bucks huh? I made some calculations and i factored in transportation costs. If i got seventy bucks, i'd earn about 40 or 50 and so i figured, what the hell, at least i get to put this down as experience right. Yeah well... The RM pulls out a stack of fiftys and just slips us each two notes...30 more than what he promised, and well, An Ying was really happy...so was i...after cutting away the transpo costs, nett profit for me was 70 bucks, toss in that ten buck tip and i get 80...it was really great that i managed to do this...for the experiene and the cash...! HOOAH!! Next time something like this comes up, i'm jumping at it!...