Friday, September 11, 2009

Rexona (First Day High) (from June 23, 2006)

The first day of my new job. Everyone seems either too young or too old to hang out with. No visible sign of fast food joint or the ever-dependable Jolijeep. No PC yet. And I have 9 days to go before my very first deadline. Talk about bummer.

Thank God for my 9-day break. The normal me would be gnashing teeth by now.

I guess I gave this firm the ultimate lip power. Because I hardly thought I’d be assigned to a position as great sounding as director. However, I’ve been around enough to know those titles amount to about as much as a wad of (used) toilet paper in this industry. I’d still be expected to do chores that virtually everyone in the company performs, except I will be blamed on more things more often, so I have to cover my ass twice as much, as there are actually more opportunities to fuck up.

Sounds totally depressing: so totally me. I can’t imagine that anyone would want to hang out with me at this rate. Ha-ha. I just miss the way everything seemed familiar at my old workplace. I guess you can’t have it all.

But come to think of it, I can’t think of any other place I’d rather be in at the moment, than here.

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