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Okay… here’s a lil poem
--I have a job
It makes me blue
My colleagues are boring
And the work is, too
So here I am, fiddling thumbs as I wait for the editorial line-up to be confirmed. Yes, I’m back to slaving away in the corporate world, this time as a writer (again! What else?) for an upcoming women's fashion/lifestyle website.
For a media company, my colleagues has to be the most boring bunch of people I’ve ever worked with. They are bland, wear shapeless clothes, and none of them smoke (!!!!). they don't even curse!!! Granted, they are friendly but maybe I’m just too used working next to balenciaga-whoring people in the previous two magazines (here, zara is probably considered high-end). The two ang moh bosses in my company are married to SPGs. Oh, the horror! One of them has a really perky butt though, this coming from a non-butt person so you can figure how perky he really is.
FYI, I am NOT slacking off at work. It’s only my second day here so there really isn’t much to do because I cannot start writing without the confirmed line-up. Well at least I don’t have to cover fashion week :D
I think the best part about being a writer is the research. i get paid to read magazines and surf websites as part of "research" :D
Con: office is located about ten thousand miles away from home.
Pro: office is located next to reuters, where apparently they only recruit heartbreakingly gorgeous people. To top it all off, you probably needs loads of brains to work for news agency, unlike this hair-twirling bimbo here who knows very little else except that spring 2007’s ready to wear collection looks rather mono, and that the latest turban trend is ridiculous.
Con: both bosses are Americans and are no doubt as brash and loud as david, the ex.
Pro: they are straight to the point, mildly funny and they don’t mumble.
Con: no eye candies
Pro: like I said, at least there’s reuters! And not to mention the handful of agencies nearby such as DSTA ( Defense Science and technology agency), DSO and yadda yadda, which means I am working near some seriously brainy freaks, people who will not go huh? When I ask them who made God.
By the way, who made God?
So, I met Mark two nights ago and it didn’t end as expected. Surprisingly we talked and laughed a lot, and I even convinced him to take the public bus, something that he has never done all his 5 years here. I am going to buy 4D using the numbers on his ticket.
We joked about having kids again, and this time I told him our kids were not going to have his last name as I want to preserve my culture, so they will have Robinson-Chen as their last name.
RIDICULOUS. Why am I even grinning as I type this?
I’ve always thought he had rather blah looking eyes, for they are mostly grey instead of blue. But suddenly, somehow, they looked a delicate shade of blue that night.
Okay.
I want to relate an embarrassing situation which happened yesterday while on the way to work.
Was hurrying my way at the MRT station someone accidently tapped me on the shoulders. It was someone around my age, a decidedly cute young man. I gave him the huh? look and he produced a big sweep (lottery) ticket.
“er.. I think you dropped this?”
And so I did, when I was retrieving my e-z link card from my wallet.
Wah lao… of all things, why must it be the big sweep ticket? Very paiseh you know.
Back to swirling around my chair at work.
