P.S: It pains me to realize I suck at writing rhymes. HAHAHA!
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Read my post title, and you figured it out. I'm working already, starting from today. Felt so surreal. Didn't expect I get a job this soon though.
Well I got a call from the boss, that he was interested to meet me. He asked me to come down to the office yesterday, but I was too lazy to come down and scheduled it this morning instead.
So today, early morning, smartly dressed in white shirt n pants. Looking semi-formal, I board a bus, alighted after 5 stops away and there I was. DAIRY FARM ROAD!
Now in case, you haven't heard of this road, its a long boring deserted road, with thick vegetation at both of its side. And in this thick vegetation, hidden is my firm's office. I'm working in the jungle people. Yay, I felt like Tarzan. Just missing my Jane. (Cause there's some wild macaques dancing around behind our office. You can see them out of your window. God knows, what else in that jungle. I'll tell you every single wild animal sightings from now on!)
Upon arrival, after briskly walking 15 mintues under the blazing morning sun, I was standing in front of this cottage look alike house with thick woody vines half successfully engulfing it. I felt like I was in some fairytale, where you finally stepped onto Old Witch's house.
Suprisingly, it was all modern within. Sigh of relief there.
Ok, here's the thing, for a job interview, first impression counts. So articulately, ettiquettely, image-wise, you have to impress. Look and sound, good, as well as smart. I got my 72 year old boss-to-be mocking me.
"Wahhh! Where so smart into the jungle! Casting to be in the next season of Lost isit?"
So not appreciative. But for a 72 year old man - LOST? That's impressive!
I got the job in the end. Apparently Image doesn't seem to matter here.
Moral of the story: No formal attire when you going for an interview in the jungle!
Oh yeah changed my blogskin. Hope it strikes well. Hahahaha. hmmm....
City of Weirdos. 10:16 PM
