These past few days had been a whirlwind experience, fun and memorable yet swift. Having worked under one of the most generous and caring managers ever, we really enjoyed ourselves. Wednesday and Thursday were just set-up days so nothing much really happened.

Sunday(25/09/2011)
The real ecstasy only started at the stroke of midnight on Sunday, after the race had ended. As a bartender, I was expecting a roaring flow of guests but instead, all of them were heading home already. Therefore, our manager brought us all into the kitchen and we popped champagne to celebrate. After that, a deejay started spinning songs on the turntable at the stage. Almost all of my colleagues stormed out to club at the grass outside the Paddock Club, even when it started raining heavily. I, being wise as always, decided against it and till now I do not regret it. There was even a typical bar fight and it took 6 men to take down a drunk man. It was total chaos out there as they partied like there was no tomorrow and drink, drank and got drunk. After the music had ended, they came back into the restaurant and started shivering like crazy, attempting to plant kisses on the others and started lying down almost everywhere, on the table and even on the floor. I still remember us leaving the place only at 5am I think. I returned home and only had 5 hours of sleep before I had to leave my house to clear up the place at the Paddock Club.

Crazy people partying in the rain

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Our awesome manager

We were supposed to give a "not happy" face.

The bartenders at the martini bar

Can't find me right?

Check out our manager!

My workstation, with the live TV broadcast just right above.

Another crazy manager who once stuck the earplugs on his head.

Acting like rich kids and playing with cans of beer.

He who thought me the tricks of the trade.

Monday(26/09/2011)
I shall classify this day as the "Day of Wastage". We went to clear everything out from the kitchen and chiller and to our dismay, we were instructed to pour away up to 100 bottles of champagne, all the juices and even canned drinks. Thus, we popped the champagne bottles over and over, till my fingers had blisters. We even washed our hands in champagne! After a hard day's work, we returned to My Humble House restaurant at the Esplanade to sign out our attendance cards before heading to JusAcia at Marina Square for dinner. After that, a group of us decided not to return home so early and stayed around the Esplanade concourse to talk and take pictures. To our surprise, Asri called Jerrald and we returned to MHH for another round of drinking and talking, hearing his life story and his past experiences. We started getting hungry, so we went down to makansutra on level one to pack some nuggets, french fries and chicken. Even though there was a sudden outburst at the end of the day, including a heated atmosphere, we totally enjoyed ourselves.

Not to forget the day when Shaun drank expired apple juice and will forever remember the expiry date.

The champagne we poured away so many bottles of.

And he strikes again.

Our dinner at JusAcia.

Asri attempting to shuffle.