So I'm a working girl now. No I do not identify with being a woman, yet. Maybe sometimes, when I need to bribe people to buy me chocolate to stave off the PMS blues.
It's been two months since I've started the writing job and I look back in wonder - where did the time go? Yes, I finally understand how people feel when they joyfully proclaim, "THE WEEKEND IS HERE!" When Friday comes around, I do feel actual bliss, especially when the hand on the clock says 6. I understand when people tell me that they're just too goddamn tired to come out and talk to people they don't really know or like. They want to sit at home and stare goofily at the wall. And I finally get that there's nothing wrong with that.
As usual, I'm trying to do too much with very little time. I think my life would be abnormal if I wasn't being Superman. I will not post up my plans here just because I don't want to jinx it and also because, if it's on the Internet then you can be assured that the whole world will know it. Actually, on second thoughts, there are a lot of things out there that goes unread. I am still plundering my way through undiscovered gems. Gah, I sound like a conventional travel writer - this is what working in a lifestyle magazine will do to you!
The office is quiet today, looks like it's a busy week for launches and press conferences. It's quite fascinating really, to be a part of all this. Sometimes I just want to sit in a corner and watch everything unfold. If you are a member of the media, you will be greeted warmly at the door. People will stand by to usher you to your seats and you will be given a goody bag (to be honest, the most exciting thing I got from a goody bag was mayonnaise but I'm not complaining). Of course, if you work in a glamorous magazine, the goody bag will be as shiny as you. There is almost always a good chance that you'll be fed by the end of the event, even if it's just light refreshments. I've seen a proper buffet and also been part of a sit-down meal (SWANKEH). The bottom line is, the public relations team of any company has to be nice to the media. And it makes me sad really, because it's all so fake. Oh boo-hoo, take a number, nobody cares.
Yea that's another thing you realize too - it doesn't matter if your life is falling apart at the seams, if you have something to do, you have to do it. No one is going to be there, handing you the tissue while you sob about your latest crisis. There might be someone there, but all they'll be handing you is another piece of paper. They might also demand an explanation for your missed deadline. No tears, no sympathy, no molly-coddling. Not everyone is going to be sympathetic if you can't find what you're looking for or if you got yelled at by the marketing guys.
And I think that is what's missing from education. We are so used to being spoonfed information that when we finally reach our respective offices, we blink when someone says, "Find it yourself."
Oh Malaysia, how you give me heartaches.
