one left...another gone

One of my colleagues ended her work today. Well, ended as in stopped working. Her school starts on Tuesday...and yup, parents din allow her to work while studying.

Another, left previously cos' school started as well.

One will leave after this Thursday.

Another 2 will work on and off after this week.

A pit stop in our lives where our paths crossed. Friendships were made and nonsensical customers were faced. Glasses were broken and icing sugar were on our noses. Where bimbotic moments were our daily entertainment and very fulfilling meals were consumed. With chaotic meal times during weekends and random conversations with one another to kill time when there are really just souls around.

5months for me went by just like a 5minute nap. Yes.. that fast. When you are that tired, and all you need is some rest kinda 5minute where you wake up feeling you want more of it where actually all you needed you already had.

I'm not saying that I am sick of working. There were of course days I wished I was doing something else. When the sun shone brightly across the sea and me behind the counter preparing the tea, it just didn't feel right. There were times where I felt sick (literally) and yet had to push myself to look forward to another 10pm.

I start each day by telling myself that I will speak more french at work (but whether I actually do is another thing all together). I remember the first day I worked, where I was offered a glass of champagne to celebrate the beginning. I remember the first time a customer gave me a $10 tip. I remember the first time where a customer thanked me for making the experience a pleasant one. I remember the first time I recognized a regular customer and they too, recognizes me. I remember the first time I started preparing desserts for customers. The first time I started preparing tartines for myself (and subsequently for customers). The first time I did catering with my boss. The first time I did delivery with my boss. The first time I saw a change in the menu, the first time I saw the change in staffing, the change in job scope...

From just me alone as a part-timer, there was another... then another then another... and after that, one left, and another then another.

I don't know why I'm getting emo about this. But, cliché as it may be.

c'est la vie. c'est la vie pour nous et il n'y a rien que nous pouvons faire.

Now, I just have to look forward, pack and move on.