Tuesday, July 10, 2007 10:43 PM
there's free flow of milo in the pantry, dear.
Yes, the shirt was crisp. Much too crisp for my liking but that's what excessive store starch does to your shirts. It still smelled of that brown-papered bag store where I bought it. The smell puts me back at the evening before causing me to shudder in disgust. A single individual marathon, many a sales person(s) opinion (all of which unreliable!), passed up meals, aching knees, one whining text message and one desperate phone conversation. Sigh. An obscene amount of money was spent, every cent of which was way too difficult to come by.
Although, it felt good to be able to have problems deciding on what to wear to impress. It has been much too long since I bothered to do so. Who really cares what you look like in college. And it's not as if there are any cuties to attract. =p
Today was the first day in the corporate world. Where the people dress to kill. All the time, every time you see them. Image is of utmost importance so it wouldn't be a surprise that I stuck out like a sore thumb. But never mind that, I'm the intern so I'm allowed.
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The 'Mexicans' are way too good at their jobs so the no photos policy was very strictly obeyed. Argh. I want to show you the mad mad view from the 45th floor. I want to show you how my workstation looks like the janitor used to occupy the space. I want to show you how six months worth of newspapers look like. And how I organised all six months worth of clippings according to dates. Aiyah. So kill joy to tell you, it would be awesome if I could just show.
But nevermind.
I got to snap in the Ladies.
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Yes lah, picture not nice. No choice okay, have to snap before the next person feels like pee-ing!
These people love their mirrors okay. There are mirrors on every side. And light bulbs behind each one. It gets so hot in there that the running water feels like its been through the heater.
Here's a funny one.
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They actually teach us how to wash our hands complete with amount of time and motions to apply while under running water. It's just weird that these corporate hotshots don't know how to wash hands. They actually even provide a hand sanitizer at the elevator lobby with instructions to 'sterilize hands before entering offices'. I always watched to see if anyone actually followed through but so far zilch.
There are tons more to tell, like how the food court is made up of stalls lined closely around the building's circumference. That I got to sit through a briefing with a cool London School of Economics student. And how I get to use an ancient Toshiba because I'm not entitled to the workstation I'm currently settled down in. And how my 'tenant' card merajuk-ed so bad it locked me out of the offices. There's the blistering feet, mighty burper colleague, super achiever next door neighbor.
So much, so much!
But I have to wake up early for tomorrow's first view of a corporate event from the organising side.
ps: I'm so gon' get a picture with them 'Mexicans' before my stint is over. idontcare!
And I still miss/want my old slave-driver.
minx wrote at10:43 PM
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