Femme Fatale

I just stand here and look around, right, and there is not a single fucking person to be seen (except for the working staff of the other bars and diners surrounding us, of course), and I’m like, what the fuck am I doing here?

25 freaking years ago, I was a wailing baby, being fed whenever I opened my mouth screaming, being put to sleep whenever I opened my mouth crying, being fussed over whenever I opened my mouth yelling, being forced to bathe even when I was wailing.

And then right, 10 years ago, I was sitting for my PMR exams, overconfident that I will pass it with flying colours, which I did, of course, and dating my then first love of my life, and having the best education and wonderful relationship with my parents.

Forward it a bit more and we come to 5 years ago. 5 years ago, I was getting the best and most expensive (ah, but of course) educational experience of my life and I was loving every, single second of it. Nice car, great friends, almost-perfect boyfriend. Everything was just going so right!

And 5 years later, like NOW!, a double-degree holder holding a Managerial position, is standing here, looking around and not see a single fucking person…..oh wait…

“Welcome, sir. Your first time here? Can I have your name and contact number please…”

I look at him walk up the stairs, and then, I stand here again, and look around me, and there is not a single fucking person to be seen, and I’m like, what the fuck am I doing here?

Welcome to my first day of being Chief Hostess!