diner dashing

Hey!
Lately I've been doing a part time job as a waitress in a ramen shop nearby my house.
well, it is not actually waitress, it's more like I do all stuffs,
the dishes, cashier, cleaning, taking orders, filling stocks, cutting veggies,
anything besides cooking, the boss does it.

Doing the job for 3 times a week and 3 hours each is kinda like 'okay' for me
though the fact of the low low salary always disappoint me, anyway.

but it's like playing diner dash in real!
you know, when customers come and you bring the menu for them to look, waiting for them deciding while cleaning up the other table and delivering the order to the other table, taking order, prepare it, wash the dishes, and stuffs.

and I realized there are old people who take a long time in deciding what will they eat just like in diner dash, they're real!
and there are ladies who impatient, there are somewhat like bikkhu who only drink sake and read newspapers and order for food an hour later.
aren't they interesting?

the boss was also fun. was.
when there was no customer he opened the wikipedia and asked me about indonesia.
and stuffs like that.

the only thing that i don't like is just the salary!

so yesterday, i came to work at 5:25 cos I do remember that he told me to come at 5:30
but when I wanted to enter the shop he stopped me while he was seriously speaking on the phone. So I was wearing my apron when he finished calling and shouting at me!
he kept saying that I supposed to be there at 5!
I remember it he said to me more than 3 times to come at 5:30

I was like, what the hell?
and he blamed me for not cutting my nails, ok this one is my bad!
and he told me to just go home cos I don't take this job seriously while this job gives me money.

again, i was like what the hell? you haven't even paid my salary for last month!

argh! I was having a bad bad stomach and I still made it to come and what did I got?

so I don't care
I took my nailpolish and start to be me, again.

Bye, ramen shop