Friday, February 04, 2005
the one last thing you need is...
a friggin group lunch where (i looked upon in horror at the group next to me):- twelve of you who come late to an NYDC like cafe in a CBD area expecting to find tables and big chairs in the airconditioned section waiting for you?
- stand around staring and talking about my food while waiting for their tables
- pushing against my chair and table hoping to "get rid" of me so they can have more space
- half the group doing a shouting match across the 3 adjoined tables cracking cheesy cheena jokes
- whining every five minutes bout how hot it is sitting al fresco
- heaving out morning gossip bout who and who stepped on their tails
- asking the waitress what food ALL surrounding tables are eating
my deepest sympathies to the two men in the group who kept their silence throughout the ordeal. now that's why i appreciate working in an expat "ang mor" environment where i no longer have to tolerate occasional shit outings like this.
did i not mention the HORROR of my ex agency's buffet outing? The rationale behind the outing wasn't something to celebrate cos two of my fav creative members were asked to leave. the aunties as usual took the occasion to call for a food gathering and booked two tables at a chinese restaurant somewhere near WTC. it was a hush hush event and i was the only servicing person there due to bad blood between the suits and the cheena "gang" in the agency. then again, i was the longest surviving suit there so perhaps that's why.
ren, lip and the art directors took the same table as the aunties. thank god i was with the more sedate group of male creatives and studio where dinner was carried out in a civilised manner. the table next to us were demolishing plates and plates of sashimi before we were even done with one. half way thru, two single thirty something ladies went berserk and decided to play catching round the damn table. and no they didn't have alcohol prior to this idiotic action. we had, in fact the entire restaurant's attention who stopped their chewing in midair staring in disdain at auntie lians impersonating two year olds.
fuckwits. i've never been more embarassed in my life.
bee wrote this at 1:55 PM
