Thanks to a Beauty Booklet, I am practically swimming in skincare and cosmetic products, not to mention slimming creams and bath brushes. And just to set the record straight, I do not get to try all the products. Well, I could stick my finger into every pot and jar if I wanted to I guess, but that will have absolutely no impact on what I write in my columns. You see, the truth is we are but part of the vehicle of public relations. They tell us what their product is all about, and we parrot it in our magazine. Well, at least everything we write is true, to the best of our knowledge.
But enough about cleansers and creams. After over a month of work, I’ve been thinking about how work has changed me. Of course I’m probably not the best authority on this, but I do my best. And so with whatever soul-searching I can squeeze into my life, here are some observations on the effects of work:
Work has made me long for holidays but hesitate to take them. Ironic but interesting. I eagerly await the weekend, and did a 5 day countdown to a long weekend I got last week (yep, I started counting from the Sunday before), but aren’t exactly thrilled about the fact that I’m forced to take Chinese New Year’s Eve off to go back to Penang with my family. I consider it a waste of leave, all the more so because it’s only half day. With an oh-so-generous 12 days annual leave (all of which I’m technically not entitled to for the first 12 months although no one cares), I have become a leave-scrimper, if only in my head.
Work has made me a better driver. Hardly race driving material in the first place, I have at least become slightly more adept behind the wheel, thanks to a combination of parking in all sorts of weird places (albeit taking twice as long as a good driver would), having to drive off at a moments’ notice (when the police come), and rushing for events and launches. My road knowledge is still appalling, but nowadays when I get lost I somehow manage to find my way back from the wilderness, through routes I never knew and can’t remember now. That should say something about my sense of direction, at the very very least.
Work has made me a perpetual law-breaker. After the first parking ticket, you just can’t be bothered going all the way to Menara MPPJ (with its near-impossible parking possibilities) to pay subsequent fines anymore. Thanks to the one I got yesterday, my diary now holds two unpaid tickets. I’ve been informed that since this isn’t a police summons, they won’t be knocking on my door anytime soon, so I won’t need to warn my family. A company excursion is being planned so all of us can go and pay our numerous fines together. And of course I’m still parking illegally everyday.
Anyone care to add more observations?
