da original plan was i will work for my uncle at da Restaurant 777 in somewher in skudai, johor. da next days, one of d shareholders in Restaurant Super 7 wanna have a break for a few months cuz da company had some problem, my uncle juz me to help ther wit another shareholder who was stil working ther.
all the workers there are from myanmar, when they spoke their home language, i just fucking dont understand anything at all. i went there and took over the cashier jobs, without my knowledge, i ended with checking the stocks, handling the workers and took care of the account, which last time these used to be the work for the on-leave shareholder.
believe it or not,i admit i was wrong at some time. i am starting to admire those students who took business administration. it never went that kind of easy shit. although business admin. just seems normal, it covers a very WIDE AREA, which make u had to put some serious shit into it. it never finished, every shit appear everyday.
okay well, it still had some fun...the moment i getting more close to the workers, fucked them up in language. the greatest time was when i having supper with them(i having their food, i'm INVITED, okay!), their food was superb. sometime, they just cooked their hometown food, great sial. on several occasion, those food stalls bosses will treat them some, it was just that awesome sometime. just their rice kinda hard(nt a very good one,wakakak).
that's all hmm...and i knew several beers girls...
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