Rant and Rave

I got back from my first reservist, all pumped up to go back to work. The next thing I know, the whole day goes down the dumps. I decided to throw a teflon pan away, for the fact that the teflon coating had worn off revealing the toxic surface.

My boss enters, "what is this pan doing here?"

"I decided to throw it away because it no longer safe to use." I replied, expecting the boss to understand.

"And it just your own opinion?" the boss replies, challenging my judgement.

My chef picks up the pan, takes a look at it and goes off to scrub the pan and then hangs it up.

"C***, you keeping the pan?" I asked my chef.

"Yah." he replied.

I was pissed, absolutely pissed, an obvious expression of disagreement on my face.

"It not that you can't throw away the pan, but it the way you do it." The boss said in defence.

I throw it back at him and says, "Look, the toxic surface is exposed and I just don't want my customers to be poisoned, that's all. I'm not going to say anything else."

No one listens to me at the end. The worn out pan still hangs in the kitchen today, and I will pray no food ever comes in contact with it. I don't know why my chef wants to keep it, and I'm not happy with it. Such ignorance is a disgrace to us chefs, I wonder why I should even call him chef. Godamnnit.

And then later in the night, just an hour before our closing, I received a customer complaint. Major issue, and guess what? It my fault. . . . . again. I get the FUCKing blame . . . again. For any reasons, if I'm staying, it because of Jasmine, else I would've packed my bags and marched off.

Speaking of reservist, I was extremely pissed. I tried to defer for my graduation, I got rejected and I was asked to request for No Pay Leave. Fine. I complied and guess what? My leave was granted but I was allowed to leave camp just after my graduation rehearsal ended, and what did they say? "We can't allow you to leave just yet because you have to go through this BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH or you'd fail your ICT." Lucky the people who said it weren't directly responsible and were very nice or I would have FUCKING gave them a good one. FUCK the SAF man! (Yes. I just said FUCK YOU, go ahead and FUCKING charge me if you want to.) And guess what? They even requested for a letter of proof and a detailed schedule of the whole graduation. A letter of proof, fine! But a detailed schedule of the graduation.... CHEEBYE! You think you what? Lee Kuan Yew arh? Ninabei cheebye I'd FUCKING give you a number to take up with my CEO if you're FUCKING unhappy. I'm sure he'd be quite pleased to be FUCKING you bastards up. Hello, graduation leh, I got your goddamn letter of proof PLUS witnesses if you think you wanna challenge me. You think I give a sh*t to ICT? FUCK! I can (or rather have to) go for ICT every GOD-FUCKING year, but graduation is once in a FUCKING lifetime, you bunch of FUCKTARDS! Lucky I got to go for my graduation at the end of the day, else I wouldn't know how many letters I would've shot up their sorry FUCKED UP asses.

And Eugene called Jasmine so many times I almost wanted to pick up her phone and scream at him. I'm sorry but your train already left the station brudder! I come back from reservist and you gotta pull this kinda stunt? Oh for fuck's sakes can't you just be nice to my sister and fulfill your promises? C'mon, if my girlfriend were to constantly break promises I would just tell her, Look don't give me anymore promises, especially if you can't fulfill them! Gawd, just where the FUCK has the whole world gone to man?!

My little sis came over to cook a few days ago, surprisingly whipped up a pretty neat dinner(not for us of course) for the boyfriend. I stood by the side to watch as she displayed her talents to her proud brother. At the end of the day, she prepared three dishes; Sambal Prawns, Baked Salmon Fillet in Oyster Sauce and Stir Fried Vegetables with Oyster Sauce. More pictures here.

Wrapping up the salmon fillet in a brilliant move to preserve flavour and retain moisture.

The sister gleefully cooking away.

Former colleague and happy boyfriend to my sis, Eugene.