i miss Haagen Dazs.
one year has passed.
but i've got the urge of scooping ice-cream once again.
those days.......
scooping small little fondue balls which we perceived it as cheating of customers' feelings,
working sunday mornings like nobody's business,
eating meals together in that small and crump store-room,
gossiping about random people walking pass,
melting of ice-cream cans being a norm,
playing all sorts of tricks with one another,
finding comfort when we felt empty inside.
etc.etc.
i don't miss the job.
it's the happier times i miss.
all of us, except one, have left there one by one.
though everyone says working in there is HELL,
but i believe,
deep down inside all our hearts,
we miss it very much.
will a day comes when all of us are back to the same place, doing the same thing again?
