23 September 2020

Today, at first, wasn't busy. In the end, a grand slam of desserts with the chef saying that the butterscotch sauce had run out. Well, there goes nearly half of the desserts. Leo said that there will be an audit tomorrow.

The runner and bartender are to carefully label every perishable item while the station masters are to count each cutlery that they have on their side as well as clean up the areas. I found out what happened between Leo and Pri yesterday from Nas.

Apparently, since the coffee machine has moved, Pri couldn't adapt fast enough and asked San to move it back. In which, they can't, obviously. And when Leo tried to him nicely about it, he complained that Leo always sided with the management.

This made her flip, no wonder she was so pissed. I would be as well. All the time, Leo has been covering his back. When he was late, she had to answer, when he goes missing from time to time, she also covers.

Nas and I managed to close quite fast, even if we had to double-check all our labels. He taught me how to pour the wine properly, with labels always facing the guests. We both had some fun talk, and he asked about my new work.

He asked when was my last day, and that he could give me a surprise present. I hope it ain't a bomb or something. He asked if I wanted to try the wines. I don't like 'em, at all. And I don't like it when the guests decide to go up to me and ask for the bill when I'm taking cakes.

Yes, I shall pull your bill from my arse and shove your credit card into the cake. Let me go tap it on the microwave first, alright? Jeez, the stupidity of humanity peaks when it comes to the FnB industry. Nas managed to slip and fall. A comical sight to see.

I managed to have my break with Ashley, which we had a bit of a talk. Stemming from yesterday, he was trying to tell me he just wasn't ready and that his feelings all over the place. I understood that. He was joking with me, it felt like we were old friends.

I honestly really do love him, with all my heart. But I know he needs to heal first. And I'd rather he would be happy then to just jump into a relationship, be it me or anyone else. I just want to be there for him, since he was there for me.

I'll always remember when we first hung out together for dinner. I told him that I slowly became alone since I thought everyone thinks of me as a waste of time. I wanted to hang out but they were always avoiding me.

He was the one who directly told me, that not only I wasn't a waste of his time, but he was enjoying his time with me. And to this day, he doesn't regret that sentence and he's been with me through all the crap we've gone through.

He was there when I broke down, he gave me the comfort that I needed when I was lost. When I wanted a home, he took his time to find a place for me. He made sure that I was alright when he could and we had dinner every month, with this month being a lot.

And I was there when he broke up when he broke down. He said thanks for so many times that I've lost count. Even if I'd just sat there like some puppy. I hung out with him when he was down, and I made him realize his newfound interest in culinary science.

Now that we are parting ways, it makes my heartache. But he told me to go for it and don't look back too much. We can remember the happy times, the moments we had, the dinners that we spent. But don't be sad about it.

I won't be sad. Because I've found a new reason to continue living.

Nights,

Mavislin