Cannot Tahan Leh

For you non-Malaysians out there, tahan basically means hold or something similar. So the title just means "Cannot Take It Anymore".

Argh, I can't tahan weih. The fucking kitchen is a nightmare when I'm with the chef. I was doing so well in the morning working with Cira (the owner) but when the chef comes in at 12, all hell broke lose.

I cracked an egg wrongly and the yolk broke, minor mistake right? Not to the chef though, to her, it's like the end of the world and somehow it goes to me being an incompetent fool with nothing going for me in life. Yes, I'm not making it up, she really said that, in Malay though.

I didn't really take it to heart, she's busy and she's stressed with work. I understand. This next one is totally ridiculous though. Before she comes in, I have to actually bring out all the ingredients needed for the lunch service. I have to say there was no error there. But the chef suddenly called me and pointed to the capsicum filled container and said "Apa tu?" ("What's that?). I thought to myself, I shouldn't answer just in case she was being sarcastic. Then she said "there's already another container filled with it in the fridge", in my head, no duh~ I was the one who cut it 2 days ago, I just took the one with the less out because to me, less = old = must be used first. But apparently, somebody else, not me, cut a new batch and placed it there.

What happens after that, take a guess. Yeah, she yelled at me some more. Had to listen to her lecture about small restaurants have to be smart and bla bla bla. The best part was, I tried saying I didn't even cut any capsicums yesterday but I could only manage "Saya tak po.." (I didn't cu...) and she cut me off yelling "KAU BERANI JAWAB?"(YOU DARE TO TALK BACK?). I just kept quiet after that and just listen to her talk about all her past experience and shits you have to do when you're working in a small restaurant.

Even with all the niceness in my heart, I really hate her guts right now. Even with all the experiences you have from Maldives and whatever, I won't respect you if you have an ill heart. That might be the reason you're still not married. Don't think that all guys don't want you because you're a workaholic. Past workers ran from you, not the owner. Get the hint? Sigh.

I won't be surprised if I'm not working there anymore by the end of February. But for now, I shall suck it all up and be a rock. Why a rock you ask? I'm a rock, I have no feelings. That's why.