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Sunday, April 26, 2009
I cried...
It was my first time to cry on the streets... because I could not go home... I felt tired, lost, alone, penniless, helpless, hopeless...Had been some time that the restaurant is "unbusy". But, Saturday itself proved it wrong. It was full house, and my colleagues and me did not have a proper time to even have a sip of water from the kitchen. Customers kept coming in, and we busy like hell, serving, taking orders, clearing, closing checks, setting new tables one after another. I have never felt so busy in the restaurant before for the past 6 months. And this night I was even made to stay longer hours to work. Supposedly I should end at 10pm. Due to the busy night, I was made to do OT. I ended at 11.30pm.I rushed with Veron to the MRT station. No problems for Veron cos she can take a bus. But it's a BIG BIG problem for me. I missed my last train. God! I missed it! I don't have money with me except my EZ-link card. The only cash I had is the $2.30 that my customer tipped me that night. I cant afford to take a cab home. 2 days back I took a cab home, it cost me a bomb and there goes my salary for working one night. I didn't know what to do. I decided to sms Josiah for help. But no response during my most desperate time. It's already 12midnight and I'm trapped at Orchard Road, no train, no bus... no money... no one by my side... I tried to calm down, but I cant think of any ways to get myself home. Sister called me, she didn't offer to sent me home even though she has a car. Perhaps she is tired from work and she is already at home, and perhaps she think that it is my own responsibility to go home by myself. Yes, indeed, she asked to to find a way to go home by myself. I hung up the phone and started to tremble. I really dunno what else I can do. Or shall I stay at the bus stop or hang around Orchard till the morning and wait for the first train? I started to tear. Yes, I am scared. I want to go home.A middle aged nice man talk to me. He said, "er, maybe you can try the night rider to see if it reaches the nearest place to your home?" Oh god! Thank God, it's a Saturday and there is a night rider. But the night rider doesnt drop me at the specific place where my home is. I boarded the night rider and started tearing again. I felt helpless and hopeless, really. I really have to thank Nadia for sms-ing me, at least I felt more concerned that someone is there for me even though she is not physically. Thanks babe. Then, Josiah's sms came. The sms came too late. I guess if I keep on waiting for his sms, I will eventually cry on the ground and couldn't do anything at all. The night rider lady bus driver talked to me, and even taught me a few bus routes to get home at night. I have to thank her too. She did not drop me at the place that I wanted. I still have to walk one LRT station before I reach home. But it's beter than I cant get home right? I reached home at 1.30am.I WILL NEVER WORK OT AGAIN!!!
Angelic
