Posting On The Job

So the gorgeous Lady Luck decided to give me a very light peck on the cheek, I now have work! After three whole months of slacking (among other stuff) I now report to a location every morning once again.

It's a simple admin-esque job at Yellow Pages. It's not bad. Pays decent, looking at the location (it's hardly city area). Which means a short journey time too. If all goes well I'll be here until the end of October, maybe even later.

My first job is sorting out faxes and emails. A lot of the letters have been done, and only about eight or nine left. But those are the big ones. It took me the whole of the first day to sort out letters "K" and "P", and the letter "T" through yesterday and until about an hour ago. Now I'm at "A", and I'm not even finished with the initial letter block sorting yet.

I'm seeing so much paper my eyes are getting paper cuts. I only learned about answering calls and stuff yesterday, so I'm answering calls now. But if you call Yellow Pages you'll never find me. Never. Forget about it. Shoo.

I totally overdressed on the first day. I didn't know, obviously. I was wearing a blue shirt and black pants and shoes I hate walking in. Then I come in and the other two were wearing T-shirts and jeans. So I come in yesterday with the same. Hurray for "Dress Code: None"! As for footwear, anything that doesn't cover the whole of a man's foot is considered inappropriate. Anybody intelligent enough to figure out the chills from an air-con environment wouldn't even consider flip flops.

I was on my way back yesterday when I came across this incredibly cute girl. No, let me finish. She was with a couple of friends a guy and a girl, and then they started talking about how the two girls don't touch the holding poles and bars because how "so many people touched it before". I was about to roll my eyes when the train rocked a little and one of them ended up on the handle (yeah, nobody touches those) and the cute one pinched the pole. With her thumb and index finger. Like picking up a bug. Or saying a very cheesy "Okay".

By the way she talks with a bit of slang. That's all I'm saying, that's all I'm saying.

I should mention how I much I will begin to hate the morning MRT crowd. It's a pain in the arse I tell you. Especially since that stupid Bishan thing. Now everybody squeezes on the train at Bishan, then it's damn near impossible for me to secure a quick exit at Braddell without some heavyduty excuse-meing.

Oh lookie here. An hour and a half before the day's over. I hope it goes really, really quickly.