I think i'm starting to love my job. Its kinda interesting and challenging everyday.

Yesterday was bonkers! Precisely full house on a Tuesday night. Not forgetting i'm the runner of the day! Making me run around in the 'maze' like a crazy woman. Left hand aching like hell now, especially my left wrist - pain!

So well, i'm the only girl server last night, the rest were guys. At around 12plus, there were this 4 customers checking in. And ordered a Martell (cost $198++). For your info, its some kuku hard liquor. More fierce than vodka, bourbon, tequila, whisky..
And somehow, the guys staff there were being 'forced' by the customers to drink martell. And there is this one staff of mine, whom is neither a drinker nor smoker, were being forced too! Not forgetting he is underage. Damn the customers and that who-so-ever who asked him to serve them for just that merely little tips.

I did recieve a little tips from the customers cause i billed them but thank god they did not ask me to drink! Probably i'm a girl.

What happen next? The guy who don't drink at all were drunk some how. Walking sideways and a little tipsy. Another guy staff, he drank twice and the face was red. -.-

At the closing time at 3am, the customers still yet to leave. My supervisor drank with them! Funny thing is, he's not drunk at all. I suppose he is a god drinker? Thanks to him, else i can't imagine what time i reach reach home. =\

Gosh, gotta work later.