After almost five months of hiatus, I’m finally back to the ego-infested world of the corporate arena. This means I’m back to pencil-cut mini skirts and closed shoes. This means I’m back as one of the hasty-looking entities pushing themselves in MRT at 7am yet again.
So, my 9-6 job is back. While I’ll be missing the impromptu breakfasts and responsibility-free life, I’m really excited to freaking work on a freaking day job again. This week had been delirious, depressing, boring, and stressful. The worse part was that I didn’t know why. But this sentimental ranting and existential dilemma deserve a separate post so I’ll save that for later.
Since my short (yet sweet) stint at a young advertising agency, I have finally decided to ditch my future as a pole dancer and just continue selling ideas. Selling ideas. Whatever.