the rrrelac-1-cornerrr: work work~

I've officially became the Office Lady.

yeah` Rejoice for the hair is dropping, the eyes are burning, the fingers cramping, and the brain cranking. lalalalalalaa

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The most cultured ppl who works in the beautiful landscapes in the heartlands of the city. Yeps, these ppl are often with high qualifications, speak the languages of art and knowledge, eat and appreciate great gourmet that i couldnt afford, been to countries i love to and back and again and again which i couldnt, dressed in branded clothes and shoes and luxurious bags and accessories.

We aww and wow but only did i realise these ppl are soo wuuuggglliiieee in the dawn of the morning. Scary~ Terrifying. They push you into the train worst than any aunties in the kopi tiam,and give those who squeeze in last min ugly faces when they themselves do the same just earlier. How pathetic. But to survive in this fast pace and competitive society, PATHETIC is how we shall breathe and be. Sadden-ing.

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First day of work,
I had to be late as i has piano exam in the morning. Reached at 1015 but it was good. Just that i spent 15mins trying to find someone to take care of me. And feeding the taxidriver $9 to send me to ACM from Newton. Fine.

Second day of work,
Woke up at 6. Left house at 8. and by 9 I was still at Serangoon becos the stupid NEL stopped 2 times and i couldnt squeeze into any! And when i finally could squeeze in, the train stopped for 10mins as it needed maintanence due to some technical problems. Damn! Called my teacher and asked if i could apply off, all she went was rattling and screaming and ...... crap. And nxt week she's going on 1 wk leave. How irresponsible and insensitive.

Thank God still. Cos i was late on the second day and i had to learn it the hard way. Now i'll freak out if i m still not out at 745. which is super early~

Third day of work,
Left house at 630, reached work at 830.
Super early, the air-con is not on. My card couldnt read to bring me to the office becos it only activates at 9. Broke my heels. Damn

Fourth day of work,
Reached at 840.
Got sooo much work to do, as usual, stacking up loads.
I feel like i m everyone's secretary. U noe what i mean.

Sorry for grumbling, cos i just finally finished a really tedious piece of work.

Now its the happy-sharing session =)

my table;
with the patrotic NYP purple mug at the bag,
(hidden) Milo, Biscuit, Tissue
All in the biggest sizes;)
with my treasure kit with everything that i would possibly need or not.

Eg. of the work i had to do.
This is for a month, imagine its for years...