Mr Cinical: “Can I pay you to write my essay for me? It’s on copyrights.”
Oh, the irony.
You know at times when your body aches after you embark on an exercise regime after years of being a couch-potato?
I think the same thing happens with the brain. The part of my brain that deals with handling mechanical machines is positively aching after the intense few days of driving lessons.
So I finally paid the deposit for a little red fit.🙂
There’s still some nervousness about me handling a machine, but hey, driving’s a good life skill to have right? *cue little positive voice in my head*
Like swimming, cycling, baking and peeling potatoes.
The biggest news affecting the company was released today. It shook the world, and I found out via a facebook status update. So did most of my colleagues – who read it on google news, yahoo news, facebook as well.
Sure, there’s some corridor chatter, and water-cooler talks, but it’s strangely quiet and calm – no word/email from corporate. A normal day at work. Everyone’s huddled at their work station, continuing with the daily grind. Life goes on. Stuff still needs to be done.
But I guess that’s how it’s supposed to be, isn’t it?
His biggest legacy was not in building the best products, but in creating a system and institutionalizing processes that can continue to run even without him at the control button.
If we had all descended into chaos today, I think I would have been more afraid and he would have failed as a leader.
Routine for the past few weeks
- Read Techcrunch: Mr. Cinical concludes I’m a newly-inducted geek, since I can now sprout the technical difference between OS Snow Leopard and Lion. Have you heard about reverse scrolling?🙂
- Scan through SG Car Mart: Hmm, still in 2 minds about getting one. And even so, should I choose a car of my lemming, or a zippy one that gets me from Point A to B, since I only have a “functional income” (phrase credited to Audrey)? Did I mention that I now watch Top Gear too?
- Watch MasterChef Australia: I love this show! It’s showing every weeknight on Starworld at 1045pm. I’m even more inspired to sign up for a cooking/baking class. Time to use the voucher from my ex-colleagues at Shermay Lee’s cooking school.
- Read: I rediscovered my love for fiction, specifically of thrillers from Tess Gerritsen and John Grisham. I like chick-lit, but I can only take *that* much whining from the characters. Let’s see, I finished 4 thrillers in the past 2 weeks and I’m craving for more!
In other news… I have managed to wheedle a supplementary credit card from Mr. Cinical, after many many years of dating and marriage. Audrey reckons I should use it on the car…Good idea.🙂
18 days in and I have slowly gotten more familiar with the new workplace, for instance:
- Knowing how the computer worked (typing “command + C” as opposed to “control + C” if I want to copy a phrase in the document);
- Knowing the places that each unmarked door leads in the maze-like layout with the long corridors (the building used to be a factory);
- The limited lunch options and the in-house cafe that’s rather expensive (but a life-saver for the rainy days);
- The concept of the “smart casual” work attire all day, everyday. “Smart casual” is a misnomer here, this phrase translates better into “come whatever you are comfortable with”. I have seen co-workers dressed up to the nines in their maxi-dresses, or constantly pushing the boundaries of workplace dressing, complete with bermudas, grubby T-shirts and thong-slippers. No one bats an eyelid as to what you wear. It’s liberating, this freedom.
But I’m not yet in that comfort zone, where you can know instinctively how to react to emails and situations. A new colleague (who’s been around for the past 6 months) assured me that it took her a long time, around 3-4 months to get used to the working culture here, whereas it usually takes around a month or less in her other workplaces.
Oh deep breath, exhale – I’m not such a laggard after-all.