Did a banqueting job for the first time yesterday.
Omg! It made me realise how unfit I was. All the muscles I managed to build up (no matter how little) in secondary school had almost completely disappeared.

The runners (aka me and two other girls) had to carry uber huge trays of plates of food to the tables, and the waiters and waitresses waiting there will place the plates on the tables . The plates are those huge plates you see at wedding banquets. And each tray we carried had at least 3 or 4 plates.

The food isn't really heavy, but all that porcelain is. Damn the porcelain! Why are you so heavy?! I have decided I am going to serve everyone using disposable plates at my wedding.

What continuously ran through my mind while I was carrying those trays were "Fuck my life, fuck my life, fuck my life, why am I doing this, why am I doing this" or "You can do it, you can do it, you can do it, just a few more steps" and "hands, please don't give way, please don't drop the plates, please, please, please". I was just chanting these over and over in my head to distract myself from the weight in my hands.

Woah. I think my mind helped me more than anything. I was so close to dropping my load a few times but luckily I didn't drop any.

I didn't regret doing this job though anyway, because I got to see an awesome view of Singapore from 63 storeys up and at least I tried something new. Though I wished this something new wouldn't give me such horrible muscle aches the next day bleargh