And so, day flies like butterflies stucked on melted butter yet still flying and crying. Ok that was one tat doesn’t make much sense. This is going to be a pretty text based update, sadly no pictures at all, as for being virgin in things for the 1st time, sometimes u go around without being much equipped..
This time i lost it to working at a student nation. This semester i’m with V-Dala and Emil Gustafsson, the club master for the pub and events of the nation, called me up for a job vacancy at the nation on Friday night. It was for a new economy students welcoming party aka gasque which is called “nolla” here. And so it happened, from 1400 in the afternoon onwards, arranging glasses, folding napkins and arranging them.. oh yeah.. more physical than mental.. and it does sound easier than it actually seems. But it ain’t intensive, we have time to chat and get to know the others, talk some shit, basically just pretty laid back and enjoying getting stuffs done together gather.. There were around 28 of us serving, some chinese, banglapakindians, from the US and the rest being swedes.. I freaked a little when it came to the dishes part, as i have weak hands.. oh yeah i really do not know what are muscles anymore, and pls dun assume tat it’s cuz i ahem ahem too much, nothing to do with tat..
And so ppl dress all nice and smart came and looked drunk already even b4 alcohol were served. It’s a trend in sweden here tat many drink alcohol before the event, as it’s always more economical to buy and drink at home and get a little high and turned on 1st prior to the events, and so to warm up and get straight to “business” here.. and indeed, ppl are well dressed.. wish i had CoCo SUXI with me, then i could share some “good view” with ya all.. well wat to do, it was my 1st time working in this kinda functions, and my slack ain’t jeans material and would definitely burst if i had CoCo in me..
So we were assigned 1 row each, mine having around 14 ppl.. it started with appetizers, then wine, and then wat swedes call “snaps”, which are basically shots of swedish whiskeys. There were 4 different kinds with almost equivalent alcohol intensity, 40% of it i guess.. Skåne, Hallands, Bäska and OP.. Was pretty anxious when serving as i was trying to keep it swedish, with lotsa Ursäkta mig aka excuse me.. and there were a few who just grabs hold of u and snap pic with, well.. courtesy of the complimentary disposable camera tat was given to all of them FOC! Felt a little good as i got some duktigt for my swedish attempts.
But i gotta confess, i gave in to serving demands.. i did serve additional to some of those, cuz it was just so cute to see ppl drunk, oh yeah i’m a dick sometimes i admit.. but i dun see any harm in making ppl happier and when they give u tat happy smile of appreciation for alcohol, it was priceless.. It ain’t tat much of lost apart from me risking being fucked by my chef~ but well, i was moderate..
Waiting was bored for some, but i liked it.. this is the time where we start to chat and get to other fellow waiters.. there were a group of 18 years old high scholars, all the way to international students like myself, and every1 seems to have a good time, apart from the dish washing team of 3 persons busy laboring all the seconds, which i really really do feel for.. 350 participants of the night, each with 4 dishes, 5 glasses for water, beer, win, punches, snaps, 5 different utensils, coffee cup and plate, and of course the cooking and serving wares.. Really wouldn’t wanna be them.. And when i was ready to call it a day, at 0300, they were still with piles more to wash.. well..
And so it was 13 hours of “serving”, it was really fun until the last couple of hours where it was bout picking up glasses and bottles in a supermarket basket, and also sweeping the whole hall.. while the others were having the working team’s own party.. but all in all, it was really a day to remember.. and soon, it will be my turn being “served” in such a way, for my 1st time..
ps: I’ve met another fellow malaysian buddy from back o’ MMU during the weekend, Marcus oh yea~ he’s living a backpackers life now.. he’s really not malaysian now, trust me. I seriously didn’t hear any “lah”, “meh”, “ar” throughout our 2 hours togetherness.. nevertheless, it was great meeting him again, such a nice person to be with, go ahead, check out his travel journal of more than 2 years now?!
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