Cheery news first.

After doing some online research on parking rates downtown in Singapore, I discovered that I can drive downtown if I'm working dinner shifts! y.a.y. Per entry parking after 5pm averages at $3, which is already cheaper than my slow 167 bus ride up and down. And if I drive the Kangoo which runs on diesel... it probably amounts to $5? For the time and conveniece, yea man.

Except that I don't feel like going to work today. In fact, I just feel like I could never show my face at work for a longest time.

It all happened yesterday when I was getting ice from the big icebox in the kitchen. There was barely any ice left, and I desperately needed some to fill up the water jugs for my station... so I bent lower, and lower, and lower, digging out whatever pathetic renmants of broken ice cubes were left. I vaguely remember the dishwasher telling me (in chinese), 'xiaomei.... no more already, take what...' And then, the lid of the icebox just slammed down onto the back of my head. Ouch.

Ouch for a few seconds, then the kind dishwasher helped me hold up the lid as I continued. My head was throbbing slightly, but I felt felt pretty fine... took a few more orders, topped up water, clear plates... and then, a terrible giddiness set in. I only remember asking one of the dishwashers to grab the plate in my hand before leaning against something, while someone (Sarah I think) was asking whether I was alright. And being asked to sit in the office and rest.

I think I sat there for two hours straight, giddy giddy giddy. And in the few moments when I bothered to strain my ears to listen, I heard kaifeng asking Sebas (the manager) whether he made me cry. And Sebas said he doesn't know why I'm crying either. Great, people thought I was crying for no reason in the middle of the work. Then I heard the dishwasher telling people about me being hit by an icebox lid. I had a vague recollection of one briefing, when Sebas told us that he has never, in his time as a Spageddies manager, seen anyone fall with a plate of sizzlelini (this literally sizzling thing served in a pan.)

I'm pretty sure he has never, ever, entertained the thought that someone could be dumb enough to be knocked out by an icebox lid.

Sigh. While everyone was rushing about to deal with the Friday night crowd, there I was shivering in the office. Sebas came to ask if I was alright, and I just said, 'I want panadol.' Couldn't I have said a PLEASE?! For some strange reason, I've always been veryvery scared of him for no reason at all. Blah, I'll probably be a complete mouse from now on.

Anyway, Sebas let me go home early, and I came back, slept for a few hours, woke up feeling fine, and huunnngry.

Really don't want to go to work today! I hope no one asks if I'm fine/what happened (if the stupid story hasn't already spread). As if.

On a brighter note, Cherub came in with a glass of Sprite for me, telling me to relax and everything will be fine. Even while feeling sick, I was pretty surprised. Always found him a bit unfriendly and hostile.

Oh, and I think I pretty much loss my mind for a moment. Some chef came in to put a chef uniform round my shoulders (was probably shivering so much it shook the whole kitchen or something, haha). I looked at the name of the uniform, saw 'Serene Tan', and wondered when a female chef appeared in Paragon. When I was feeling much better, I looked again. It read 'Steven Tan', that's the other managers name. Right.

And I think Sebas must have thought I lost my mind when I said I couldn't contact my mum because I couldn't remember my house number. 'Huh? Has it always been like that?' - maybe he thought I lost my memory. haha, I just never bothered to remember after we changed it last year, thanks to this thing called the handphone.

Sigh. Off to work now. =( =( =(