Memories

I Miss Italiannies So Damn Much.

And I realised I haven't blogged full-story about it before. The people I worked with weren't workers, or foreigners. Of all the places I've worked at, these people were the ones I call friends.

Despite the language barrier with a few Pinoys and some immigrants from Bangladesh, we always had fun. On my first day,I stepped in with my heart thumping against my chest. They all looked as though they hated noobs. But that feeling lasted for a few hours. The freakin bunch of strangers immediately opened up and welcomed me in. awww. Here's just some photos. Btw, the Banglas are perverts.

Me and siti, on my last day. My last day was pretty cool. Coz i got wet. Bastards waited till all the guests have dined and gone and splashed me with water.

We're the food testers for the oncoming so-called New Menu!

Did u know? We steal fried calamari,risotto balls, and all sorts of food before we send it to the guests....? hehehe.hehe.hehheehe.hehehe.

I define cool :D

All the crazy shit that I did tonight

those would be the best memories