five star hotel from the front

Went for a job interview cum training (ok maybe more like a waste-my-time briefing session which i was told we'll be paid but was not) just now at a certain five-star (making a wild guess..not really sure on that) along our very own orchard stretch. Actually now that i think deeper about it i have no idea how to describe what went on. Ok not everything went that well. Brought in to a briefing room by a f&b manager and started to talk a lot of cock. Then and then it felt i was like back in the army when i just enlisted and i almost stood up to say my pledge. This certain manager sounds and behaves more like a army officer or sergeant than a f&b manager of a high-crass hotel. Thinking about it i don't think army officers even do that kind of thing anymore. Then he went on about grooming and...and...and...i'm not sure actually some stuff i guess. Common sense mostly. Then another manager came in and we "registered" one shift next week to work and from there they'll see whether we have a chance to continue working in their established coporation. Sorry for the sacacism. Then we were told we can leave. That's it. Lame right. And we're like on probation like that. Five-star also no need like this i feel. You guys were not there so don't feel exactly how i felt. Try to figure. And i havn't even touched on how the hotel looks from the inside.

After that dinner and went hmv for a cd. Need to go all the way to hmv for it. Went sembawang (music centre i mean not literally sembawang) and cd-rama but they don't carry it. No choice there. Anyway was along the way and in that area so still quite ok. I thought this cd was quite hot so i thought "major" cd shops should carry it. But i was wrong. Can't be right in everything. Can only be wrong in everything.

And thanks to kang for telling me it's alma mater. Was thinking about it the whole of last night and what transpired was my title yesterday. Alma mater. Come on...repeat after me.


A blonde goes into a nearby store and asks a clerk if she can buy the TV in the corner.

The clerk looks at her and says that he doesn't serve blondes, so she goes back home and dyes her hair black.

The next day she returns to the store and asks the same thing, and again, the clerk said he doesn't serve blondes. Frustrated, the blonde goes home and dyes her hair yet again, to a shade of red.

Sure that a clerk would sell her the TV this time, she returns and asks a different clerk this time. To her astonishment, this clerk also says that she doesn't serve blondes.

The blonde asks the clerk, "How in the world do you know I am a blonde?"

The clerk looks at her disgustedly and says, "That's not a TV -- it's a microwave!!"

Haha. Just wanted to entertain.

(And Friends ending soon... I'll be there for you...)