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Good news peeps. I got me a job as a business developer for a film production company. Well its a temp thing, but its better than eating cheetos in bed.
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Monday, January 28, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
You can take my Blackberry, but not my soul !
The huge irony of the last few days ; a market saturated with bankers. I got let go of my job yesterday, in line with 8000 peers let go by Citigroup.
On with the show ! And anyway, I have another blackberry somewhere in my closet. For all those disillusioned bankers, accountants and financiers out there, this one is for you. We all have the classic shock-anger-self loathing-passivity-depression cycle, and mine just finished this morning. But as usual, I am baaaaaaaack.
I can understand how I should be feeling bad about all of this, but I nurture the fact that I was only there 6 weeks and in that time, I didn't suck at my job. They just couldn't fit my qualifications into their degree program. Plus a mismatch of my strengths and their expectations and there was just one way to go really. Oh and they had other people in the department looking for work and reading last weeks papers. I see it as a collection of red tape, the brutal long process of getting a work permit, the uncertain M&A activity forecast and learning on the job mishaps.
I know the naysayers will abound, but fact is, I was questioning my intentions for going into the corporate machine. Gwen, I say to myself, wouldn't you be happier in something more fast paced? I did enjoy the coffee dispenser, endless stationary and the cool city view. But the niggling doubt that I looked like a fish out of water negated it.
So who knows, I have one interview next week and an open position in a film production company. So its all good. It could be for the better or the worse, but hey, life is too short to consider yourself a failure.
Worse case scenario : I become a comedianne whose favorite rant is sticking it up to the man. I have tonnes of material.
Now I shall embark on my theory that you can be a celebrity with one cool website, narcissistic photographs, a magazine interview and one hot pair of shoes.
On with the show ! And anyway, I have another blackberry somewhere in my closet. For all those disillusioned bankers, accountants and financiers out there, this one is for you. We all have the classic shock-anger-self loathing-passivity-depression cycle, and mine just finished this morning. But as usual, I am baaaaaaaack.
I can understand how I should be feeling bad about all of this, but I nurture the fact that I was only there 6 weeks and in that time, I didn't suck at my job. They just couldn't fit my qualifications into their degree program. Plus a mismatch of my strengths and their expectations and there was just one way to go really. Oh and they had other people in the department looking for work and reading last weeks papers. I see it as a collection of red tape, the brutal long process of getting a work permit, the uncertain M&A activity forecast and learning on the job mishaps.
I know the naysayers will abound, but fact is, I was questioning my intentions for going into the corporate machine. Gwen, I say to myself, wouldn't you be happier in something more fast paced? I did enjoy the coffee dispenser, endless stationary and the cool city view. But the niggling doubt that I looked like a fish out of water negated it.
So who knows, I have one interview next week and an open position in a film production company. So its all good. It could be for the better or the worse, but hey, life is too short to consider yourself a failure.
Worse case scenario : I become a comedianne whose favorite rant is sticking it up to the man. I have tonnes of material.
Now I shall embark on my theory that you can be a celebrity with one cool website, narcissistic photographs, a magazine interview and one hot pair of shoes.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Review : Metro at 73 Cornwall Street
I have a habit of heading out for Monday lunches. So this first review is about Metro, a small chic cul de sac [oh aren't I posh] tucked behind colmore row, with its ahem, row of solicitors, bankers and accountants. During lunchtime, its tables are crowded with suits; lunchtime entertainment being the whole restaurant, including me, instinctively reaching for their blackberries with one random ring. I ordered the crispy duck salad, that came in a huge portion, and smelt gorgeous. Loads of sesame seeds, and the duck crackled without any excess grease, covered in a light, flavoursome coating of ginger, sesame oil and hoisin.
It satisfied me, so no coffee or dessert was needed. It actually felt like a healthy lunch in a relaxed atmostphere, surounded by people busy booking in billable entertainment hours. The fact that I was in a part of town with people who were very unlikely to rob me, is always good. Birmingham has its mingy side, but if you keep a look out, it has some gems. Nothing relaxes one more than blending in a sea of suits.
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It satisfied me, so no coffee or dessert was needed. It actually felt like a healthy lunch in a relaxed atmostphere, surounded by people busy booking in billable entertainment hours. The fact that I was in a part of town with people who were very unlikely to rob me, is always good. Birmingham has its mingy side, but if you keep a look out, it has some gems. Nothing relaxes one more than blending in a sea of suits.
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Pantomime !
Friday night I went to Glee Club, a comedy club in birmingham. Firstly, it was the first time I have been out to a comedy in the UK, and oh... it was in chinatown. I have finally hitched up my hoity-toity skirts and made way to the underbelly of bham city. The food was fantastically like home and I will PROBABLY start taking a cab there for lunch.
Bham city has a terrible reputation, and its not fair. London steals most of its thunder because its so close, but the scene here is almost puritanical to good ol art, sex and boheme. Loads of indie djs, producers, artists make their home here because, like I thought to myself, living here is cheaper but London isn't too far away. It is very much what I thought of toronto compared to NYC. Ah, Toronto...thinking of the cool gigs I used to go to and the variety of culture and food.
Anyway, once the night gets later I will be giving off a couple of reviews :) Right now, I just made a couple of media industry friends and joining a amateur production crew that specialises in HD short animation and green screens. We'll be filming on the weekends. Also happened to pick up a small interest in the fashion scene here because of my addiction to hawes & curtis shirts [adored by frank sinatra, fred astaire and inventors of the windsor knot] and might be picking up a sweing lesson or two.
BACK to the pantomime and purpose of this blog, D acted as the giant in jack and the beanstalk. I went to see the final night performance on saturday and we ended up at a pub club called Arizona Crossing, and no, it doesn't look like an arizona crossing at all, I would know, I lived there. I enjoyed myself, it was a good night with loads of G&T.
Bham city has a terrible reputation, and its not fair. London steals most of its thunder because its so close, but the scene here is almost puritanical to good ol art, sex and boheme. Loads of indie djs, producers, artists make their home here because, like I thought to myself, living here is cheaper but London isn't too far away. It is very much what I thought of toronto compared to NYC. Ah, Toronto...thinking of the cool gigs I used to go to and the variety of culture and food.
Anyway, once the night gets later I will be giving off a couple of reviews :) Right now, I just made a couple of media industry friends and joining a amateur production crew that specialises in HD short animation and green screens. We'll be filming on the weekends. Also happened to pick up a small interest in the fashion scene here because of my addiction to hawes & curtis shirts [adored by frank sinatra, fred astaire and inventors of the windsor knot] and might be picking up a sweing lesson or two.
BACK to the pantomime and purpose of this blog, D acted as the giant in jack and the beanstalk. I went to see the final night performance on saturday and we ended up at a pub club called Arizona Crossing, and no, it doesn't look like an arizona crossing at all, I would know, I lived there. I enjoyed myself, it was a good night with loads of G&T.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Groundhog days for an Accountant
I have just finished a whole week of groundhog. Its been the same old nothing and I am getting pissed off. I am not taking well to it because I am essentially an aplha personality, type, whatever. I have work done that needs checking, and I wish I could hit the ground running, but I can't and its bugging me. Its not kosher for me to have something waiting on the desk, unchecked, mistakes hidden to my eyesight but obvious to everyone else. I try to do things as best as I can, but its hard when there is no input, and I have to engineer a report specifically to go off on a tangent because I have no idea what they want. There are just so many times you can ask for help before you look needy and incompetent for the job.
Thank god d's stepsis is a psychologist in training. I am overanalysing everything because I am paranoid that I am not fitting into the company culture. Maybe I am not supposed to be hankering for more work. Maybe I should tame this unchecked ego [I bought egonomics to get rid of the bad bits]. Maybe they don't like me at all and I should just quit and run away. Maybe I am worrying about something else.
Actually yes, I am worrying about something else. But tough. Its what I do, I shut up until everything is over and laugh about it, after going through a shitload of soul-tossing. Nothing about me, just worrying after someone else.
Thats it, I am going to bed and when I wake up tomorrow, everything will be fine. Now I am worrying whether I am worying too much just about her, and not enough on my other special in vancouver.
Will send a memo. Another fine line between being a needy iritating friend and someone just muddling along, making mistakes that everyone else sees.
Thank god d's stepsis is a psychologist in training. I am overanalysing everything because I am paranoid that I am not fitting into the company culture. Maybe I am not supposed to be hankering for more work. Maybe I should tame this unchecked ego [I bought egonomics to get rid of the bad bits]. Maybe they don't like me at all and I should just quit and run away. Maybe I am worrying about something else.
Actually yes, I am worrying about something else. But tough. Its what I do, I shut up until everything is over and laugh about it, after going through a shitload of soul-tossing. Nothing about me, just worrying after someone else.
Thats it, I am going to bed and when I wake up tomorrow, everything will be fine. Now I am worrying whether I am worying too much just about her, and not enough on my other special in vancouver.
Will send a memo. Another fine line between being a needy iritating friend and someone just muddling along, making mistakes that everyone else sees.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
How do you spell car ?
Apparently it is now KA.
Yes, the ford ka. I am seriously thinking of getting one soon. The provisional license is coming in and I will be shopping for cars soon. Of course it will be a second hand, but the boon of the KA is that its predominantly females who buy em. Which means the brakes are less worn, they are less likely to have been in an accident etc.
This kind of sucks, because I always thought i'd get my dad to teach me to drive. And my family would be celebrating when I got my license. Actually, the same can be said about my first job in canada, and my 21st birthday. I think I forgot what I did for my 21st. Oh yeah, I got paid and drank absinthe. And by being so far away, when something goes wrong here or back home, there is no way I can reassure them.
A lot of things have been missing from my life, but you know, its all an exchange. Versus being in safe ol singapore, I get to see the world and probably am a lot better at doing a lot of obscure grown-up things. Had a lot of unbridled fun, washed up whenever I wanted to wash up, bought any number of silly nice things and travelled where ever I wanted to go. Being an adult is FUN. Haha.
The realisation that washing up is supposed to be done whenever you want it to be done is a superb high that you will always try to chase. Its almost as good as your first time walking into the supermarket and buying whatever you want for dinner.
Which doesn't count for much but thats my consolation. I am homesick for family, I am homesick for friends. At 22, I have no social life because NO ONE is around. Not anyone's fault, but it feels shit sometimes. The job is tough, I continually doubt whether anyone outside my family cares about me, and there is no bloody maggi mee in this country.
I also just realised I am not even going to be 22 very soon. I am turning 23 this year in MAY. I am getting too old.
23.
Twenty Three.
Yes, the ford ka. I am seriously thinking of getting one soon. The provisional license is coming in and I will be shopping for cars soon. Of course it will be a second hand, but the boon of the KA is that its predominantly females who buy em. Which means the brakes are less worn, they are less likely to have been in an accident etc.
This kind of sucks, because I always thought i'd get my dad to teach me to drive. And my family would be celebrating when I got my license. Actually, the same can be said about my first job in canada, and my 21st birthday. I think I forgot what I did for my 21st. Oh yeah, I got paid and drank absinthe. And by being so far away, when something goes wrong here or back home, there is no way I can reassure them.
A lot of things have been missing from my life, but you know, its all an exchange. Versus being in safe ol singapore, I get to see the world and probably am a lot better at doing a lot of obscure grown-up things. Had a lot of unbridled fun, washed up whenever I wanted to wash up, bought any number of silly nice things and travelled where ever I wanted to go. Being an adult is FUN. Haha.
The realisation that washing up is supposed to be done whenever you want it to be done is a superb high that you will always try to chase. Its almost as good as your first time walking into the supermarket and buying whatever you want for dinner.
Which doesn't count for much but thats my consolation. I am homesick for family, I am homesick for friends. At 22, I have no social life because NO ONE is around. Not anyone's fault, but it feels shit sometimes. The job is tough, I continually doubt whether anyone outside my family cares about me, and there is no bloody maggi mee in this country.
I also just realised I am not even going to be 22 very soon. I am turning 23 this year in MAY. I am getting too old.
23.
Twenty Three.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
5 Million Pull a Sickie
About five million Brits took the day off sick today. Amazing ! Thats like the entire population of singapore calling an MC. Considering the yearly average of sickies is 22m per year for the UK, we've literally used up almost a quarter of our sickies in one day.
I have to say it was mildly depressing, it was a solid 2 weeks considering how the holidays were spaced, and hence my thai buffet lunch today. I am seriously having the food blues bad. I crave the pungence, the aroma, temptous balance and acerbic asian tastes that hails from my homeland. Probably one of the reasons why overseas singaporeans choose to keep their citizenship.
Ah and more stats, french people are at the top for checking their weight [daily] and singaporeans come last. I bulls**t you not. In singapore's defence, i told d that its because we have the best food, ever.
To me right now, my eyes are welling up with tears. Best...food....ever.
I have to say it was mildly depressing, it was a solid 2 weeks considering how the holidays were spaced, and hence my thai buffet lunch today. I am seriously having the food blues bad. I crave the pungence, the aroma, temptous balance and acerbic asian tastes that hails from my homeland. Probably one of the reasons why overseas singaporeans choose to keep their citizenship.
Ah and more stats, french people are at the top for checking their weight [daily] and singaporeans come last. I bulls**t you not. In singapore's defence, i told d that its because we have the best food, ever.
To me right now, my eyes are welling up with tears. Best...food....ever.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
2008
Chocolate oranges have been unwrapped
Presents used and kept
Champange drunk and streamers popped
The first day is drawing to an end
So lets go on, around the bend!
Make merry and lark around
Because the new year has begun
Lots of time to be found
For frivolous things of high expense
And humble, simple and priceless
Resolution goals and new faces
Different foods and strange places
Taa daaa.... thats a cheesy new years poem for you as I watch an omnibus of Top Gear. I don't take new years seriously, but I am glad 2007 has gone. Probably one of the most stressful , heartbreaking , horrible years ever. BUT, I have satisfied my 2007 resolution [although this is all really lame] to just sort myself out. I am happy, its not pefect, but nothing is. Its an exciting life; all I can do is hope one day I am going to be an old eccentric grannie. I shall sit back, knit a tea cosy and laugh.
Since I have not yet earned the right to do nothing, plans for this year involve getting a driving license, going to dance classes, finding a resident hobby and possibly getting myself a funky Ka from Ford. I figure europe is a waste unless you can drive around it.
Most importantly, I promise myself to get good at my job and stop faffing around.
I love it, just that I have no confidence. This is strange since everytime else, people think I am something cocky. Go read russell brand ! For god sakes, its just a disguise of the timid, child-like, nature-lover and kindhearted being that I am. Just because I get whatever I want [within reason] and do whatever I want [within reason] doesn't mean I am a twat.
Now I have a cat on my lap that needs fussing.
Presents used and kept
Champange drunk and streamers popped
The first day is drawing to an end
So lets go on, around the bend!
Make merry and lark around
Because the new year has begun
Lots of time to be found
For frivolous things of high expense
And humble, simple and priceless
Resolution goals and new faces
Different foods and strange places
Taa daaa.... thats a cheesy new years poem for you as I watch an omnibus of Top Gear. I don't take new years seriously, but I am glad 2007 has gone. Probably one of the most stressful , heartbreaking , horrible years ever. BUT, I have satisfied my 2007 resolution [although this is all really lame] to just sort myself out. I am happy, its not pefect, but nothing is. Its an exciting life; all I can do is hope one day I am going to be an old eccentric grannie. I shall sit back, knit a tea cosy and laugh.
Since I have not yet earned the right to do nothing, plans for this year involve getting a driving license, going to dance classes, finding a resident hobby and possibly getting myself a funky Ka from Ford. I figure europe is a waste unless you can drive around it.
Most importantly, I promise myself to get good at my job and stop faffing around.
I love it, just that I have no confidence. This is strange since everytime else, people think I am something cocky. Go read russell brand ! For god sakes, its just a disguise of the timid, child-like, nature-lover and kindhearted being that I am. Just because I get whatever I want [within reason] and do whatever I want [within reason] doesn't mean I am a twat.
Now I have a cat on my lap that needs fussing.
