bittersweet

Today was my last day at work. Ah...kind of a strange thing to experience it twice. This time, it was bittersweet. Just as I was beginning to really bond with Aisyah, the year came to an end (Aisyah is the other waitress. Noob, she is).

It was also delivery day, and so there was a latest copy of Malaysian Tatler lying around. Flipping through it, what should I see but a special multiple-page feature of Datuk Bernard Chandran and Datin Mary Lourdes and their children and his couture creations? There was one dress which was the EXACT one as what Estelle wore when she sang American Boy at the AMAs. Oh you don't care. Uhmm...Faces has Britney on the cover. And she's featured too.

Anyway. I sure will miss punching in.
Punching out.
Delivering drinks.
Listening to Jamiroquai.
Refilling the big biscotti jar.
Recognising the regulars.
The cooks singing along to Besame Mucho.
Customers coming in to order coffee and explaining to them that we've got 15 types of coffee.
Customers coming in to order tea and explaining to them that we've got 8 types of tea and 3 types of iced tea.
Customers asking for "the chicken soup and pastry thing" and getting the chicken pie.

And the people.

You know what they say about letting go? It's harder than taking part. They're right.

*emo mode*

*emo mode off*
Hello sweet holidays!




I might blog about the food there.