Chatting Machine--Don't call me honey

As told in the previous post, i am now currently working as a waiter. From the past experiences (three days only, but it feels like a lifetime, ahaha), waiter is the suckiest job in the world. Don't try that people, if you have a better choice.

Since i was 16 years old, i realised that i can get on with the elders easily, as in chatting for whatever topics that come up. it's quite abnormal for a teenager who is still under 20 years old to chat so much with elders. well, from friends' mums, my own grandma, grandma's friends, parent's friends, AND NOW MY FEMALE BOSS!!!!!! i am announcing that i have become a chatting machine for my female boss Jenny.

my boss, Jenny and Raymond is a couple who has married for nearly 30 years, or maybe more. During the second and third working day, i have become a chatting machine to her. she will start chatting with me whenever there are free time to spare in between. the topics covered ranging from her family, my family, her previous workers, her previous workers' background, life in sydney, her life as in where are they usually going for dinner and whatsoever.

Seriously, i feel so old, i dont feel my age, i dont feel i am a cool teenager, I AM JUST A TEENAGER WTH AN OLD MIND!!!!! worse comes to worse, i have become someone that she would tell when she feels like talking bad the others. Well, i am not complaining, but actually it's fun, at least i have someone to hold an easygoing conversation with at work.

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During the second day, there was this korean girl who came after the job. She was summoned for trial before recruiting her. She is around 20-25, i am not sure, quite pretty, quite hardworking and friendly. So everything went well until a freaking word blurted out from her.

" Can you give me a hand HONEY?" She said while i was polishing the cutlery.

actually i didn't quite listen to her, i was told by my boss to give her a hand. so when i came back, the boss threw me this question.

"Did she just call you honey?" Jenny(the female boss) asked while Raymond (the male boss) stood next to her smiling wickedly.

"huh? did she? i didn't quite listen to her." i replied, sensed that they were going to make fun of me the right next second.

so they asked the korean girl again whether she did call me honey. "THAT'S REALLY UNNECESSARY!!!!!!!!! SAVE THE QUESTION!!!" i mused, felt like fleeing from the spot.

"yeah, i called him honey" the korean girl answered. i stood there, suffocated by the laughters.

"oh honey, thank you very much" raymond talked to me, mimicking the korean girl.

i stood there, fell silent amidst the laughters..............................................................

so this morning, Raymond said to me while i greeted him morning "Will you not able to stay focus as your sweetheart is not in the same shift with you?"

"................, yeah, perhaps~~" i said, with the old tone and manners i have had for years~~~

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Jenny told me a story when a customer came in yesterday.

" he is our daily customer since a few months ago. there is a tale why he has become our daily customer." Jenny said.

obviously, i was waiting there for the story to be told.

"his wallet was stolen when he came to the cafe for the first time. while the pickpocket was in our cafe before he came in. the pickpocket left the wallet on the table after taking out all the money. so when he told me his wallet was stolen, i showed him the wallet that the young guy had left on the table. all the licenses and important IDs were still there."

astonished. i looked at the man sitting there who is in his fifties. he felt grateful and comes to the cafe everyday, yeah everyday, without a day failed. he looks sincere and kind to me, perhaps it's because of the story, and his sincerity has really touched my soul.

frankly speaking, it's always warm to see a person without putting on his mask. yeah, he felt grateful, he should come to the cafe for days or weeks, but not for months. He has traded his choice of breakfast to the cafe because of a wallet. i would say that's rare. but i am really touched. i had an urge to give him a hug, i don't know why, maybe his sincerity has told me that the world is full of love.