She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.
That Mexican Hat that is part of their uniform makes me smile all the time. I don't know what it is about the hat that turns my lips up and increases my endorphin levels. Maybe it's the way they wear it with that crazy looking mustache or the way they could pass for Mexicans in the entire ensemble except for the forced accent. I've always wanted to ask if they were given a mustache maintenance allowance but the Daddums always distracted me off it. I find this a very important question okay, I mean it's trimmed and proper every day - like something out of a wig store and so must require much shampoo and conditioner and styling right?
Okay, so people don't shampoo and condition and style their mustaches but maybe these do!
The encounter with the 'my-company-is-trying-to-turn-me-Mexican' guards desensitized the fear a tad bit. But you know what got me even more relaxed? Riding the elevator with two Japanese men. Haha. After finally watching the Heroes finale last night, it just calmed me somewhat to think that these two could be faraway related to Hiro Nakamura and thus could have superhuman powers too. Actually maybe it was the way they spoke in Japanese about something grave-sounding very normally.
It was a mere 15-minute affair, prolonged only because there was no free space. The questions were predictable as they always are and I got to flaunt the little research I did on the company.
They have called twice changing the designation both times, to "better suit your interests" they say. The meet-up with the future slave driver for two months is scheduled late tomorrow.
Aaaaah, I want the old bossman/uncle/leng chai/slave-driver back. Why isn't The Star on the organizations' list?