Does rule really exist to be violated?
NOTE:
This post is a late post one. It was on my draft and I only realized I haven't posted it. I wrote this at 2017, two years ago from today.
So here we go.
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This is almost my third year living in Australia, with all the happy and survival moments. I am doing face painting seriously now and doing part time waitressing in between. My husband never stop pushing me to pursue interior design related career, but I guess I’m just too lazy at the moment. Because I thought it will just be temporary and I’ll be very sad to leave it by the time I’m going back for good (excuse, bla bla).
This post is a late post one. It was on my draft and I only realized I haven't posted it. I wrote this at 2017, two years ago from today.
So here we go.
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This is almost my third year living in Australia, with all the happy and survival moments. I am doing face painting seriously now and doing part time waitressing in between. My husband never stop pushing me to pursue interior design related career, but I guess I’m just too lazy at the moment. Because I thought it will just be temporary and I’ll be very sad to leave it by the time I’m going back for good (excuse, bla bla).
I’ve been focusing only to enjoy everything I do and maintaining positive mind because in the end, that’s all that matters. To me. I am also amazed with my self as now I can totally ignore destructive comments people throw at me, because excuse me, you’re not paying my bills and you’re not taking me anywhere near jannah :)
That’s a little bit highlight of my life, which has totally nothing to do with what I’m going to write next but I feel like I have to give an update somehow lol.
“Rules exist to be violated.”
These words must be familiar to us.
In my part time work, we have three serving times, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. We are serving breakfast from 6 am to 11.30 am. After 11.30, we change the menu to lunch and you can’t have any item from breakfast menu anymore. That’s how things work in almost every restaurant in Australia.
But apparently, that’s not how things should work for a lady I met two days ago.
She came right at 1 o'clock, with cellphone on her right hand and an LV bag on the other hand. With her pointed high heels around 7 cm, you can probably imagine the sound comes from her walking. She reached out at the menu and grabbed a chair. A second after, she furrowed her brows and waved at me as she calls,
"Excuse me!"
"Yes, can I help you?"
"Why is it a lunch menu?" she asked me.
"Yes everyday after 11.30am, we're serving lunch. Breakfast's finished at 11.30."
"Are you actually being serious right now? I want to have breakfast."
"Yea unfortunately it isn't available right now. Sorry about that, we're serving lunch at this time."
And as I didn't expect, it escalated pretty quick. The chair she was seated on was shoved hardly and she came right to me,
"F*ck you. You don't know who I am? I want a breakfast."
I wasn't expecting it, but I didn't quite shock to speak the truth. Because from the moment she stepped in, I kind of had that feeling that she's going to be that sort of customer. You know what I mean.
She walked off and I caught a glimpse that she was calling someone.
A minute after, the cafe's phone rang and turned out it was the boss who called. Long story shorts, that LV lady knew the boss's number and called him to report that I told her she couldn't have breakfast.
And yep your guess is right. She got what she wanted. The boss told me to just gave her everything she needed. He was a gentleman, he apologized for her behavior towards me. He said this woman was a far "cousin" or something.
First of all, I didn't have any problem to please the boss because he is a good guy and this is his business. But the lady was just unbelievable.
This makes me think about how many times do we step on a rule only because we think we had a "family connections" or "personal insight's contact". Perhaps we feel powerful? This isn't an uncommon thing in Indonesia as well. We could easily hear stories about people who got caught by polices but made it through because they had a "family who works in military", or in a government legislative.
Those kind of family relations which once we mention about it, we feel high and powerful.
I'm not sure what I really feel about this thing.
But I do believe while flexibility is a must when we talk about rules, it's also important to try to respect them. Especially if it's for our own good, or if it has something to do with other people's well beings.
She came right at 1 o'clock, with cellphone on her right hand and an LV bag on the other hand. With her pointed high heels around 7 cm, you can probably imagine the sound comes from her walking. She reached out at the menu and grabbed a chair. A second after, she furrowed her brows and waved at me as she calls,
"Excuse me!"
"Yes, can I help you?"
"Why is it a lunch menu?" she asked me.
"Yes everyday after 11.30am, we're serving lunch. Breakfast's finished at 11.30."
"Are you actually being serious right now? I want to have breakfast."
"Yea unfortunately it isn't available right now. Sorry about that, we're serving lunch at this time."
And as I didn't expect, it escalated pretty quick. The chair she was seated on was shoved hardly and she came right to me,
"F*ck you. You don't know who I am? I want a breakfast."
I wasn't expecting it, but I didn't quite shock to speak the truth. Because from the moment she stepped in, I kind of had that feeling that she's going to be that sort of customer. You know what I mean.
She walked off and I caught a glimpse that she was calling someone.
A minute after, the cafe's phone rang and turned out it was the boss who called. Long story shorts, that LV lady knew the boss's number and called him to report that I told her she couldn't have breakfast.
And yep your guess is right. She got what she wanted. The boss told me to just gave her everything she needed. He was a gentleman, he apologized for her behavior towards me. He said this woman was a far "cousin" or something.
First of all, I didn't have any problem to please the boss because he is a good guy and this is his business. But the lady was just unbelievable.
This makes me think about how many times do we step on a rule only because we think we had a "family connections" or "personal insight's contact". Perhaps we feel powerful? This isn't an uncommon thing in Indonesia as well. We could easily hear stories about people who got caught by polices but made it through because they had a "family who works in military", or in a government legislative.
Those kind of family relations which once we mention about it, we feel high and powerful.
I'm not sure what I really feel about this thing.
But I do believe while flexibility is a must when we talk about rules, it's also important to try to respect them. Especially if it's for our own good, or if it has something to do with other people's well beings.
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