to see Collyer Quay and Raffles Place, the Esplanade and all of us.

the problem with being a working woman is that you can never look attractive in office clothes, no matter how good you are at buying them.

the problem with me, on the other hand, is that I just started on a new job today and I have none of those mentioned above. I came to work with the worst-matched outfit possibly picked out from my wardrobe, because it took a new job to make me realise my clothes are either too tight, too short, or too hey-look-at-me-I'm-a-teenaged-whore.

you cannot blame me, you just absolutely can't. it wasn't my fault that out of the 76 resumes I've sent out, one came with a response at the very last minute. my boss called me last night, asking me to come down this morning, and after the interview she said I could start immediately. and they didn't even have a computer ready for me.

hey here's the good part though. I get a room with a view. =] you can see the Esplanade from where I sit.

all complaints aside, I'm really pleased about working there because the people are nice and I didn't screw up so badly on my first day, which means they still want me to come down on Wednesday. of course I had to spend a few hours to acclimatise, because I've never worked like a corporate stooge before. being a rookie somehow reminded me of my first day of school- that feeling of uncertainty and excitement all churning in my little stomach. I didn't mind being the only one asking alot of questions, like hi where's the toilet and excuse me what does retail really mean? being a rookie means being inexperienced, so we get away with being stupid.

truthfully, I started off knowing shit about the firm. during lunch I forgot what floor I was working on so I panicked with Fai for a little bit. then after work Nuu messaged and asked so what's the name of your company and I go errmm aaaahhh.....

it's like, hey, you can afford to be a little stupid but nobody asked you to be a moron, moron.