Thursday, May 5, 2011
{ you've got to get outside. }
Ok peace be upon all at the wee hours of midnight right now. I just can't get my eyes to collapse on me. So i have been jobless for three days now, including today, four. I miss work. I miss waking up at 4.30 in the morning and snoozing the alarm button till 5 and panicking after. I miss walking to the bustop and checking my watch every five minutes to see that i'm on time. I miss predicting about whether i'll get a seat in the train or if i have to stand all the way. I miss blowing off at the nearby bin beside the starbucks and walking in, seeing some familiar faces outside. I miss seeing whose birthday it is on the board everytime i walk in to sign under the carousel file. I miss saying goodmorning to everyone and in the locker. I miss choosing which uniform amongst the three that i love the most. I miss having very early breakfast in the service square when i have enough time to, and seeing my girls in the locker room with happy mornings and greetings to other staff. I miss praying to God to give me strength and patience to go through everyday at work. I miss getting frustrated at the lift when i get lazy to go up the stairs and it is stuck on the --teenth floor. I miss going up and seeing where i'm stationed at. I miss seeing the chefs and greetings to one another. I miss seating guests. I miss greeting them. I miss clearing plates. I miss setting tables. I miss making cappuccino. I miss making lattes and hot chocolates and variety of teas and decaffeinated coffee. I miss the watermelon juice and little muffins and croissants and puff pastries generous captains will get for me. I miss getting angry whenever i'm the first to arrive at the station and everything is not in place/missing. I miss counting/sending napkins. I miss folding extra napkins and topping up every available item that can be topped up. I miss pushing out trolleys of cutlery holders and goblets and coffe cups and pushin back trolleys of dirty cups/plates/glasses back to stewarding. I miss bumping into people who make me happy. I miss wiping dirty goblets. I miss wiping dirty placemats. I miss brushing dirt off the chairs. I miss joining tables. I miss folding seviettes. I miss signing in and out. I miss saying goodbye. I miss littlest jokes with the colleagues. I miss e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. I need time to move on i guess. Greatmorning bnjmdn. Pleasant night all.
Ok peace be upon all at the wee hours of midnight right now. I just can't get my eyes to collapse on me. So i have been jobless for three days now, including today, four. I miss work. I miss waking up at 4.30 in the morning and snoozing the alarm button till 5 and panicking after. I miss walking to the bustop and checking my watch every five minutes to see that i'm on time. I miss predicting about whether i'll get a seat in the train or if i have to stand all the way. I miss blowing off at the nearby bin beside the starbucks and walking in, seeing some familiar faces outside. I miss seeing whose birthday it is on the board everytime i walk in to sign under the carousel file. I miss saying goodmorning to everyone and in the locker. I miss choosing which uniform amongst the three that i love the most. I miss having very early breakfast in the service square when i have enough time to, and seeing my girls in the locker room with happy mornings and greetings to other staff. I miss praying to God to give me strength and patience to go through everyday at work. I miss getting frustrated at the lift when i get lazy to go up the stairs and it is stuck on the --teenth floor. I miss going up and seeing where i'm stationed at. I miss seeing the chefs and greetings to one another. I miss seating guests. I miss greeting them. I miss clearing plates. I miss setting tables. I miss making cappuccino. I miss making lattes and hot chocolates and variety of teas and decaffeinated coffee. I miss the watermelon juice and little muffins and croissants and puff pastries generous captains will get for me. I miss getting angry whenever i'm the first to arrive at the station and everything is not in place/missing. I miss counting/sending napkins. I miss folding extra napkins and topping up every available item that can be topped up. I miss pushing out trolleys of cutlery holders and goblets and coffe cups and pushin back trolleys of dirty cups/plates/glasses back to stewarding. I miss bumping into people who make me happy. I miss wiping dirty goblets. I miss wiping dirty placemats. I miss brushing dirt off the chairs. I miss joining tables. I miss folding seviettes. I miss signing in and out. I miss saying goodbye. I miss littlest jokes with the colleagues. I miss e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. I need time to move on i guess. Greatmorning bnjmdn. Pleasant night all.
sairah.