Saturday, September 23, 2006
One week down, seven to go...
Well my friends, you guys did it. You managed to survive the first week of the cold and cruel dog-eat-dog world of the rat race ... in other words, work. The whole ritual of waking up before sunrise (if you work in KL of course), dragging your poor souls through the bitch of a traffic jam (or for some of you, dragging your poor souls to join the thousands of other commuters on the very efficient LRT) and arriving at the place of employment only to feel like crawling under the covers again. Oh, and not forgetting the pining for the week to end quickly so you can sleep all weekend. Yep, sounds about right. (Evil laughter).... it's just dandy ain't it? Slogging at the office well after sunset, (I have a point here, bear with me...) feeling drained and only hoping you can make it home on time before pengsan-ing. Ya ha... damn I miss it.
Ok... minus the traffic and waking up at an unGodly hour, seriously, when the adrenaline rush kicks in, you feel somewhat ... satisfied? I really can't find a correct word for it. Believe me, friends, give it a couple of months, maybe longer for some of you, you'll get that feeling. This is of course when you actually are employed. Internships don't really count. That's just the tip of the cold, cold iceberg. I, for one, somehow work better under pressure. Again, it's the adrenaline working its magic. That feeling of utter stress, the ultimate crunch time.
I guess I am a little fortunate that my work now starts in the afternoon and does not require major commuting. But bear in mind, I have felt the brunt of the cruel world. All seven years of back-stabbing, idiotic bosses, cattiness and bitchiness, the whole enchilada. That's still a small number, by the way. Still a long way to go. Oh yeah, my POINT is ... hang in there, people. We are, in one way or another, put on this earth to pay our dues.
Sidebar: I think my editor looks a little like Jane Fonda. Without the leotards.
