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Friday, August 27, 2010

Today is...

Day number 8 since I started work.
Honestly, working at this job really reminded me of the cafeteria that I used to work at in my not-long-ago college days. But of course, the fresh memories are of the recent months, and those were my supervisor days. Which also meant that I ran the place, workers worked under my rules, my laws. Wahaha... I sound like a dictating communist. Well in fact, I was not at all like that. I remembered being very lenient with employees who worked with me, and we all always had fun. Ah... talking about it makes me miss the cafe. As much as I compliant about not wanting to go to work at 6.30am on a freezing snow day or after partying the night before, I REALLY do miss the cafe. Mainly the people there and the memories that I have made throughout the past two and half years.

Work at this new job is not too bad at all. 
Located at Stone Street, not far from the famous Wall Street at the Financial District area of the city, this place is always jam packed with people for it's size. This particular location that I am working at is the first of the current six upscale pastry shops in Manhattan. At first I was skeptical about working there because Stone Street is nothing but a tiny little cobbled stone corner compared to its beautiful European inspired looking surroundings. Little did I know that it is a huge attraction to both cooperate individuals, international tourists, and normal people who addicted to their daily dose of sugar and coffee.

I stole this picture from my sister's blog when she came a visited me during my fourth day of work.

When I said on the corner of a cobbled stone street, I meant the corner of a cobbled stone street.

Pretty? They usually come in regular 7, 9, or 12 inch round shapes but this is what happens during the Valentine's Day season. We're famous for our Sacher Torte (not in picture), the Fraiser (which is that pretty pink and white strawberry shortcake in the middle), and Tiramisu (the white and brown one on the upper right, wrapped with lady's fingers). Those are the three famous ones that I can think of, but like I told you, we have a huge variety and all of them are amazing.

Our Brownie on the left and Napoleon on the right.

More pastries. The UFO looking ones in the middle are called Madelines. Basically a lemon pound cake. Very popular too.


Chocolate Mousse Cake!

Financiers. Of course the cafe was named after it.
I was told that the cafe's name originated from it's location (this current location that I'm working at) because it is located at the heart of Financial District. Hence to be special, they give out complimentary Financiers to every customer who buys a coffee or tea. See that it resembles a gold bar :) 
It is basically a mini almond pound cake and it can be addictive. 
Thank goodness I am not allowed to eat during work time.

*pictures above do not belong to me. Thank you Financier customers to ate and blogged about it with pictures*

Ahhh... everything always looks pretty. I've always loved pastries, the art of it, and of course it's taste. The breakfast and lunch menu served are also very good. Even their coffee plants are all owned by them. Everything from coffee to pastries, to salads, to chocolate bunnies, are made in their bakery/kitchen in Brooklyn and sent over in the morning. In a way, I am glad that I don't get any discount on any of the pastries or chocolate, or else I would blow up like a balloon. But it would be nice to get a free pastry a week :(

Anyway, yes. It is day number 8 for me and all my shifts were 8 hours long. Let me describe my job to you. I was am hired as a cashier, and thinking that I would be sitting on the corner counting money all day, this on the other hand is not quite similar. I am basically a barista (which means that I make the Lattes, the Cappuccinos, the Ciocolinos, the yada-yada), I take orders, I have to know every detail about our huge variety of pastries in order to explain to customers what they specifically like, and of course I count money all day, standing. Yes, I stand for 8 hours straight besides by 30 minute break. All this in uber fast foward motion. Well actually now that I have listed down my responsibilities, it doesn't seem hard at all. Then again, anybody can do everything that I just listed above. Beg you not, I am not complaining. In fact, I love my job. I'm just trying to say that I don't just sit all day and count money. 

The only few real jobs I had besides performing are always in the food and beverage business. Maybe I am biased for not having any retail experience, but I would choose F&B anytime because one, I love food, two I love working with people, and three, it is usually fast paced. Under 22 years of strict training of my parents, my sister and I are always quick on our feet. 

"Never be the last to leave the house!", 
"Never let people wait!", 
"Time is precious!", 
"If you are on time, you are late!", 
"Hurry up! We don't have all day!", 
"Don't walk as if your ass is too heavy for you to carry!"

Lol, they never specifically said the last one, but somewhere along those lines. But back to my train of thought, being so quick on our feet our entire lives was kind of a pain in the sense that Lynn and I are always the first to arrive, thus we always have to wait for people, and we can never take the pressure off ourselves to just chill and take our time. Specifically when we hang out with our Malaysian timing friends, sometimes it could drive us crazy when the appointment time is 2pm, it would mean 3.30pm instead. Anyway, this quick feet instinct in me has certainly done me well in this circumstance. Thank you mom and dad for your training or else I would have been fired :)

Today at work, while serving a customer at the Gelato station, my apron pocket got caught in the water filter from the gelato machine. Don't ask me how, but the machine was designed that way that it would happen because I was not the first. Of course, I didn't know that my apron pocket was filling up with water until 5 minutes later when I feel water dripping all over my pants and shoes. I quickly felt my phone in my pocket, thought nothing about it, and slipped it into my other pocket because I thought that I just had some water splashed on me from the counter, and because I was extremely busy to realized then. After work, I tried checking my phone for messages, only to find my phone dead to the world, dead to me. I was so upset because the phone wasn't even a month old yet. Sigh. How can I live with this stupidity of mine. I came home, blow dried it, and it is still not working. I'll give it one more day, if it doesn't work, it will be another slap across my face because of how senseless I am. 


On a random note, the fact that people are SOOOOOOO addicted to their caffeine. I work for 8 hours at a time and I see people coming in getting their coffee and most of them are regulars. I've only worked for a week and a few regulars have already caught my eye.

This guy comes in SIX times a day for an  EXTRA LARGE BLACK COFFEE. SIX freaking times y'all!

Another lady comes in with her partner, boyfriend, or whoever that guy is to her THREE TIMES A DAY for a LARGE SKIM LATTE with an EXTRA SHOT. A large latte already has 3 shots of espresso. Adding another shot would be 4 shots. Three times a day would be 12 SHOTS of ESPRESSO?! Holy Moly Daughter of a Spotted Giraffe!!!

Seriously, if I were to give that man a decaf coffee, or the lady a decaf latte, I doubt they would know. I think that it is all in their minds that they need their caffeine fix to keep them up and going in this face paced city. I'm just saying, I'll never do it. Maybe because coffee just does not work for me so I am biased. Those were only the two that I have noticed since I started work. I was told that there was more if I observed. 

Work again tomorrow, let's see if I'll make anymore unreasonable mistakes. 
I'll let you know if I do.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Being Yellow

I have been encountering countless flattering comments since I moved to New York. 

Maybe it's the diversity and people appreciate ethnic people more or maybe it's just the way it is here. But back in Michigan, I was never proud being Asian because I always felt that it made me more inferior towards the mostly white population. The only few Asians were International students, and if you ever come across American born Asians, they would extremely Americanized, in the sense that they are usually extremely tan (because tanning is presumably uber cool), and they wear shit tonnes of eyeliner. So basically most of them are Bananas *white in the inside and yellow on the outside*. Literally. I'm not saying all of them behave in that specific way, I'd say most. I don't blame them at all because I can understand growing up in a non diversed neighborhood and you being the only ethnic person may not be the easiest thing on earth, and as human beings we tend to conform into the mainstream, push away our awkward features and try not to stick out like a sore thumb. 

I remembered the few times clubbing at a local bar in Kalamazoo, it was always us Asians in our little corner. One time a few girl friends and I headed to the restroom together, this guy yelled out, "Whoa! Asian Invasion!"
I never gotten any serious hate comments or whatsoever, but I've always felt out of place.

On the contrary, one of the few reasons why I love New York is because it feels like I've returned home. I have the privilege of growing up in a multicultural community, and me being Chinese, I belong to one of the majority races in Malaysia. Similarly, everyone in New York is colored. Okay, not everyone. Mostly. 

So I was talking about receiving flattering comments, blah blah blah, here are a few of em.

"Damn, you are hot."
"Whoa girl, whose ya boss?!"
"Damn you Asian girl look so yummy!"
"tyuiuytyuiyui *something in Spanish*
"ytvyuebiud *something bonita, something in Spanish*
*kissing sounds* to get my attention
"Girl I'm gonna take you home"

Over time, I've grown to ignore people as I hurried of to wherever I would be hurrying to. But this one time at a bus stop, one guy and his friends tried so hard to get my attention, he invented an Asian sounding name and starting hooting and holla-ing at me.

"Soo Yong!"

I listened and ignored. That was when I didn't hear the name he called out. Then he called out again, I was like huh? Do I know them? Soo Yong and Sue Yenn sounds so similar okay! Thank God the bus came right after that.

I usually don't mind it when people say stuff at my face, but I don't like it when guys start adding foul languages to whatever they are saying. Comment like, "fuck bitch you are hawt", and "Baby, you know what am I going to do with you tonight" is nothing but disrespectful. Worst, this one time while I was hurrying to the bus stop at Times Square during wee hours in the morning, this African American guy extended out his arms and tried to hug me. Boy, I was annoyed. I swore never to walk alone at night even if it was at Times Square.

Today, after an audition, I took the usual bus home and right before I hopped off the bus, the bus driver handed me a note. 

Lol. So polite and cute.
But, I don't know about meeting a random bus driver guy like that.
Since I take the same bus home everyday, let's just hope that I won't ever get on his bus because I am not planning to call him.

Really, now that I am here in New York I think that I wouldn't be getting these kinda attention if I weren't Yellow.

Till then, xoxo.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Medical Fees

I have been feeling sick recently. I knew the symptoms the minute it showed and have been downing exceptional amounts of h2o to make myself get better so soon as I could. The pains in my lower abdomen is just killing me. On Friday night, I didn't sleep at all. Worst, I had an early shift the next day at work. Thank God that it was only six hours long. Saturday I felt better and I thought, "Thank goodness I don't have to admit myself to a clinic because I am certainly not willing to pay for the fees." Damn it. I think I jinxed it.
Today at work, I was in so much pain. Besides my 30 minute break, I stood for 8 hours straight at the cashier tending to customers' needs. I couldn't take it anymore. I told myself that I will have to go to the emergency room if this persists. I looked up information on free clinics and urgent care. Unfortunately, I would have to see a social worker before I can actually use the free clinic services.

After work, I headed to the nearest walk-in clinic.
Guess how much I spent?
$200+ just for seeing a doctor for less than 5 freaking minutes!
I mean, I knew my symptoms. I knew what I had. I just needed a freaking prescription and I have to spend $150 on getting the confirmation from the doctor before buying antibiotics. Argh.

Medical fees are so damn expensive!
I missed the cheap family walk in clinics back home, where it is almost impossible to spend more than $100 on both medication, prescription, and medication! I think if I were to have a major illness (touch wood touch wood touch wood) I might rather die than to pay for it. I mean seriously, what if I am a homeless person and I have absolutely NO money at all? How can I pay for my medical fees?

Seriously, if I wasn't peeing blood and having my lower abdomen killing me and my kidneys so sore, I wouldn't even go see a doctor :(

Dear God, why am I so poor.

Woe is me.

Friday, August 20, 2010

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

What's going on?

Hello Blog,

Sorry that I have neglected you.
You see, I have been busy looking for jobs and auditions. Besides that, I either hung out with friends, chilled at home, or build new bookcases for our teeny tiny cramped up room that my dear sister and I now share. 

I have been blessed with a job at a high end French bakery and coffee place. I went to my first training yesterday and it got me really excited to start. Unfortunately I had an important audition today, hence it was pushed back to tomorrow. I was little bit disappointed but it certainly gave me a taste of how my life is going to be for the next few years. Juggling between work for money and auditions for interest. I have to keep reminding myself that I need to set my priority straight. Yes, I need to fill my tummy and pay rent. However, the reason why I came all the way to New York City is to chase my dream. Auditions come first, then my jobs.

Speaking of auditions, I auditioned for the role of Marcy Park for The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee again. This is probably the 3rd Marcy Park audition that I went to since I got here. I was confident with my past 'Marcy Park' auditions because first of all, I know the show inside and out as I have performed the role. Second, I know I stand out because of certain things I do during the audition. I have gotten positive feedback for all of my Marcy Park auditions, problem is that I did not get the part because there is always someone out there who is MUCH better than I am, who STAND OUT more. I have come to accept the fact that I will probably have to audition that part which is perfect for me for the next 50 times before I actually get to play that role again. But please. Dear God, deep in my heart I know that I don't deserve to get a gig compared to the millions who have been in this business earlier than I have been. Please give me a chance and let me get that part. Argh. Show Business. Tough Luck.

On the other hand, I need to get myself out there and stop being a homebody! 
You'd think that, "Wow. Sue-Yenn is such a happening person, so bubbly, and jumpy all the time." Well, truth is, I am as lazy as can be when it comes to going out. Sometimes I need to be dragged out to actually go out and socialize. I just love the comfort of being home, doing my own thing. Well, now that I am here in New York, I definitely need to break that and get a life. Thank God for my dear sister who have been here four months before I did. I got to know a bunch of Malaysians without even having to go through forums and meet-ups like how Lynn did when she first got here.

And the good thing is that we all share the same passion. Food!

Owh well, last day of lazing around. Intensive work training starts tomorrow so wish me luck and hopefully I get to impress the manager and she will UP my paycheck or promote me to a larger location so I'll get more tips. hahaha. Dream dream dream.

Till then.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

A Great Day

I woke up this morning feeling the worst. Some days at certain times of the month, I just hate myself for being a woman. Seriously, the pains the we women have to go through are insane. Dear God, why? The pains around my lower abdomen was excruciating as I imagined the walls of my uterus being teared down and shredded to pieces. Ugh. Not a pleasant sight. Why am I even talking about this. My point is, I was in so much pain that I wanted to stab myself.

What else, I felt like I got punched in the eye because out of the blue, my right eye developed a stye. Oh goodness, I hate styes. I had them for as long as an entire semester, bouncing from one eye to the other and I had no choice but to spend a sh*t ton of money at the optometrist only for the doctor to tell me to wash my eyes with baby shampoo, do the whole head compress routine, and eye ointment. Which I have known all along and have been doing. Dear Stye, why do you love me so much?

Despite all that, I had a great day today :)

Went to my audition for a tour of Virtually Me! this morning. Didn't sound the best because I my warm ups were never enough for me when I wake up in the morning. I usually lock myself in the bathroom and do all the usual OOoos and AAHhhhhs praying that I won't wake my poor room mate and neighbors up. I really don't like the idea of paper thin walls here. It sucks. but I still got to do what I got to do. It's either I don't warm up at all and sound like a frog, or I warm up a lil and sound less like a frog, but still a frog because it's the morning voice. Lol. Anyhow, the audition went pretty well. I got to read the sides and the character is a high school text-a-holic. Cute.

After that, I made my way downtown to the financial district for another job interview with a high class pastry/bakery/coffee shop. Did the usual, changed into my heels at the corner of building (plainly because I couldn't walk in heels for the entire day), entered the building with my friendliest smile, filled in the application form given to me by the host, and waited for the interviewer to call my name. As soon as he did, I walked to the corner of the room where he was comfortably sitting at. A grey haired man with an extremely genuine smile greeted me with a handshake. He asked me questions about my previous employment at Michigan and my duties as a supervisor. Finally, he said, "So how long have you been job searching?" I replied, "Since I got here. almost three weeks now." He them looked at me and smiled, "Well, I think I am going to give you a shot."

I felt on top of the world! I tried containing my excitement, acting as cool as I could, yet appreciative at the same time. It's not a glamorous job working at the pastry/bakery/coffee place, but for now, I am extremely glad! I just needed some sort of income to support myself because I don't know how long will my savings last me. Honestly, I was hoping to work either with a catering company or a fine dining restaurant. But with ZERO experience in New York, I don't stand a chance compared to people that have been in the city for a while. So what if I was a supervisor at the dining that I worked at for 2 years? I still had no serving experience because whenever I worked back home, it was at my mom's kindergarten. I remembered her forcing me to quit my job as a waitress after being there for only one day because she wanted me to help her in the kindergarten and I was extremely upset. Lol. and that was four years ago. Bottom line, thank God.

While I was making my way back, I got a call from a casting company asking to schedule an appointment for the role of Marcy Park in Spelling Bee. Before, I was worried that I would not be seen due to the fact that I am non equity and did not have an agent. But thankfully, my previous director helped me pull some strings and finally my resume and headshot managed to make it's way to the casting company's hand. Not only I don't have to wait all day to be seen, I have my own appointment! Awesome. I really hope something good comes out of this. God is good.

I came home and read my emails, found out that I was featured in an online magazine. Not a huge famous one, but cool enough eh?


I think I will only be on it for today or maybe a week. We'll see :)

Lynn is making Bittergourd Anchovy Soup and Noodle. Ah... reminds me of home.
Couldn't this day be better.


Friday, August 06, 2010

Day 13

Just got back home from 2 auditions. One for Dirty Rotten Scoundrels Tour. The other for Show Choir! for the New York Musical Festival. Both which I would die to be in because Dirty Rotten Scoundrels is a tour and is pays freaking well, Show Choir! because Who doesn't want to perform in the New York Musical Festival?

Anyway, I'm slowly getting used to the idea of 'Hoping for the Best and Expecting the Worst' because that will keep my soul alive after being turned down over and over and over again at auditions and job interviews. Don't get me wrong, I still have not started hating what I do. In fact, I know those people want me. Every time I walk in the door, they want me to be 'the one' because they would be able to stop holding long ass auditions for the 'perfect one' right? That's one of the biggest things I learned at school to overcome nervousness and fear. Is that, those people don't hate you at all and they always want the best of you. So, I just gotta be there at the right place at the right time eh?!

I've been up and about since I've came here. Did a couple of auditions for musicals, some for commercials, and went on a bunch of side income interviews. I just want an income so I can start going to the gym and all and live comfortably. Hope I get a job soon. Whether hosting at a fine dining Asian restaurant or working the counter of a cupcake company, hopefully I get something soon.

It's Saturday tomorrow. Got a call back from Show Choir! the Musical. Pray for me please please please.
And out for my first club scene in New York!

Tuesday, August 03, 2010


1. Been auditioning.

2. First audition went well, got a call back. Second time waited for 8 hours and didn't even get seen. Damn its so competitive.

3. It is really difficult because audition is at 9.30 and I would have to be there 2 hours before to sign up for a good time, or I just night not be seen.

4. I've been applying for Food and Beverage jobs too.

5. No NYC experience is and huge downfall to my F&B career.

6. Craigslist.com is my best friend.

7. I love my room mates aka. my dear sister and Pearly who is also from Malaysia.

8. Been eating healthy besides that one time Food Hunt Fiesta with food lovers like other Malaysians. we went to Flushing, which is basically a bigger version of Chinatown. Ate our hearts and tummies silly, and came back extremely bloated.

9. The weather has been incredibly hot. Back in Malaysia, I never knew what humidity was because I practically lived in it. Now, OMG. I HATE HUMIDITY!

10. I need to keep telling myself that I can do this. I can do this. Gah! I want a job!!!!