There's no escaping
Krawi
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9:51 PM
I owe it to my kiosk duties for finally getting to say "all in a day's work", sometimes too thankfully, almost every night as I help my kioskmates close up. I should've known better than to underestimate the grueling task of retailing (e.g. selling foodies and drinkies, not to mention cooking some of them) but here I am, surviving after almost four months of carefully keeping things in order.
I admit to being the official kiosk klutz so just to get it over with, I've listed several situations that ultimately never fail to impress on me my occasional lack of hand-eye coordination and utter need of brain-boosting edibles.
Klutz-o-meter
Kindly rate which among my kiosk bloopers deserves the highest distinction:
a. Mickey's five peso coin fell into a pint of oily jalapeno and chili siomai sauce because I was too slow (and blind) to notice where his open palms were.
b. Dirgy's iced tea cup runneth over. Literally!
c. Spilled Milo anyone? Seriously, how many times must this incident repeat before I learned to stay focused?
d. Daz's change. The girl was buying Funchum and I sort of gave her more than the supposed amount! Gulp... (And I call myself a Biz Ad senior? Geez...)
e. Jumping pancit canton with dirt granules on the side, please.
(The bad news is I had to pay for it since I was the one who dropped on the dirty floor)
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