Im in the second department for internship
already which is the kitchen department. There are two kitchens that I am
posted to, main kitchen and Vasco kitchen. Main kitchen, really nothing to do. They
serve mainly for banquet, and the week before CNY banquet was really slow. I was
there cutting vegetables, cleaning the fridge. Yeah, those bo liao things. Was there
for one week, but deducting all my off days and public holiday, I was only in
there for 3 days.
Second kitchen, Vasco kitchen. First day I went
back to work after CNY, drama started. I forgot to bring my socks, so I had to
wear the kitchen shoes without socks. At the end of the day, I had a freaking
big blister on the right foot, and a small thorn kind of thing poking into my
left foot. Both I had to use needle to poke it/take it out. Have I mentioned
that I’m scared of needles and blood till the level that I totally can’t stand
looking at wounds?
Vasco is the restaurant that serves buffet. I
had to become the runner and refill food that are running out. First day, of
course blur right? And the first thing I was told to when I went to the
restaurant was “go refill that one” and no one told me where the things were
kept. Sigh. Had to ask around and get black faces lo. Luckily a Chinese chef
was quite nice. He teached me what to do and where to get the stuff.
Was in Vasco kitchen for 4 days excluding
off days, and the second last day (7/2/14) , another drama happened. I did not
realise that the oven at the back of me was opened, and I was concentrating
doing other stuff, suddenly I stepped backwards and felt a sting on my elbow. Next
second I realise, one layer of my skin was burnt and gone. As I was rushing off
to another restaurant to ask about my schedule for next week, I did not do
anything to the wound.
After I have settled everything, I went back
to level 7 where my locker was and where the HR office is, I just tried my luck
to message Jackson to ask him if there is any cream for burnt skin in HR. I was
shaking so badly as there was nobody with me and I didn’t know what to do and
how is the wound like, was about to tear at that time. After that he came out
with a bottle of antiseptic cream together with another trainee. I didn’t dare
to rub the cream on the wound, (I kept dapping it instead) as I was scared that
my hands are dirty after touching all those things in the kitchen. And then,
this babi told me “eh look at that side”, and he rubbed the cream on me hardly.
The corridor was so quiet that it was filled with my scream shout that time. Damn
embarrassing!! I’m still a girl afterall, gentle a bit la! TT then he showed me
his burnt scar. I don’t wanna scar like that please L after Jackson went back to his office, Sherly, another staff from
HR came out asking me: “ burn until how?” then I realised, thanks to him, the
whole HR knows about it now. Few minutes later, another guy came out and ask
about the same thing. Jackson ahhh!!! Damn xia sui man… after changing out from
my uniform, I decided to go to HR again to get plaster but mana tau he ask me
to not bandage it. What…from the changing room to HR, only about 100m distance I
have already bumped into it twice. Freaking pain…After work, I went to sentral
to grab some antiseptic cream and dressing, using the first salary that I just
got that afternoon itself. Still feel safer with something protecting it.
Finally last day of kitchen today. Fucking hell.
Morning as usual I went to the buffet counter to check the food level, then I was
called by the chef to go to the back to peel all the rooted vegetables, he said
ALL. Then when I was peeling the cucumber, he ask me: “why you peel that?? DON’T
PEEL THAT”. Wtf? I thought he said all? Ok lo, I assume is my fault. Then when I
was peeling other stuff, I felt someone touching my butt. At first I did not
pay attention to it as I was standing at a corridor where there are a lot of
people passing by. Then suddenly the chef appeared beside me and started
talking to me about blowjob handjob? Fucking hell….?!
After finish peeling, I walk out to the restaurant
again, but halfway I bumped into the chef, and he suddenly faced me while
holding both sides of my shoulders, asking me if I could stay till 8pm tonight.
HELLOOOO?! My shift ends at 5.30!! I told him I cant as there’s a dinner that I
have to attend to at night. Then he started nagging saying, “but the job has to
be done, this is what happens when you manage dungus.” So, he is calling me a
dungu right now? Had no choice, and all I could do was nod my head. Then he
hold my hand and brought me to the stewarding area. (OS: Fucking shit let go of
my hand!!!) he asked me to wash the inserts which they used for steamed egg. You
know how freaking hard is that to clean it out?! “call me when you’re done ok?”
and he left his number with me. No way in hell I’m going to call you I was
thinking. Some of the Vasco abang saw me washing that and they were all
scratching their heads, thinking why on earth does chef want me to wash it when
it has to be soaked in water for a few more hours? After knowing that, all I could
think of was is chef trying to fool me? One abang came to me and ask me to help
to clear the buffet counter. (memang la, I am supposed to be helping the
japnese buffet, apasal want me to wash inserts pulak ni) while I was clearing
the counter, chef came out asking me why haven’t I call him and why am I doing
other stuff? “next time, only do the things I asked, if other people ask you to
do things, say sorry, chef ask me to do other stuff” he said.
Oh well, looking at the clock, nearing 12pm.
Chef Desmond ask me to go for my break first, as I never had any breakfast in
the morning. Is not that I don’t want to eat, but there were no food left in
the cafeteria! However, too bad so sad, the stupid chef ask me to go and slice
up all those roots that I’ve peeled. HOHOHO…. Took 2 hours to finish and clean
up, and the cafeteria closes at 2.30pm. at that time, I gave up on the thought
of going for break. Wanted to just force myself to work till 5.30 and get home
asap. Luckily by 4, there were no more work left in the kitchen, and the abang
ask me to go for my break. Hallehluya…. Eventhough some of the abang in the
kitchen like to kacau girls, but they wont do any physical harassment. This chef…
no comments already. Thank god it was my last day in there working under him.
At 5.30, I was so lucky that I did not bump
into the stupid chef. Went to find chef Desmond to tell him that I’m going back
already and faster ran off from the kitchen. But I’ll still have to find him at
the end of the month to get my salary form signed by him. FML.
