Monday, October 27, 2008
{ 7:52 PM }
He'd stick with her through thick and thin. She knows he would.
He'd let her win all petty arguments.
He'd tolerate her inner blonde.
He'd stroke her dark long hair.
He'd laugh at all her silly jokes.
He thought she always looked perfect.
He'd make her skin tingle.
He'd buy her flowers when the occasion calls for it.
He'd buy her flowers for no apparent reason.
He'd wait even if she took ages to get ready.
He will wait.
And yet she chooses to break him.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
{ 7:13 PM }
You know when inspiration hits you it, like bad things, bursts through in flood like waters, over consuming and over possessing you.
Today this music hits home, every note floods my brain with ideas, light bulbs start going on and this heavy sense of urgency descends.
It takes guts to follow your dreams and when I was almost sucked into the monotonous, mundane cycle of work. Something hit me and it hit hard.
So at the crossroads, what do I do? The music is still playing so nostalgically, so filled with depth and passion.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
{ 11:25 PM }
I have this urge to write and type frantically but, like my life, I AM STUCK.
I AM STUCK IN A BIG, FAT, NEVER-ENDING RUT.
The words just don't come out right, my vocabulary turns nano on me and the music just plays uninspiringly through the headphones.
Will try again tomorrow, and the day after that.
Throw me a life-saver, someone.
Help.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
{ 3:39 AM }
Before I left to work this morning, I clicked on the magic-8 ball widget I have on my desktop, asking if I'd had a good work day today. The definition of a good work day in my book, is where I get an
almost perfect draft back (NB. no such thing as a perfect draft), I organise my files and keep track of what needs to be reviewed and have just enough time for a game or two of minesweeper.
Magic-8 Ball prediction: ''You can count on it''.
And I think I had a relatively good day at work despite knocking off an hour after normal office hours.
I love my job. It is the only thing I can talk about now, seeing how I have a very minimal social life. Told you I'm a slave to my work. The only me-time I have comprises of my drive to work, my drive out to and from lunch, my drive home from work and the 15minutes before I go to bed.
I think it's important not to let reality get to us so much. It's a harsh, hard world, especially in the legal field, and it'll be all to easy to get sucked into it and be a monotonous, lifeless cog in the work wheel. During my morning drive out, I relax and think about what's important to me and that there's real beauty to life.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
{ 7:30 AM }
It's been 4 weeks since I've started work now. And as much as I like working and being busy, I can't help but feel that my everyday work life (thus far) is reminiscent of 'The Devil Wears Prada' in many ways. My lady boss is SO similar to Miranda Priestly that it really is quite scary.
I am a slave to my work, I love it and yet I can't help but be scared by it. The she-devil is demanding, impatient and a perfectionist, much to our detriment. She needs papers to be in immaculate condition, not ink blotches, no folded edges, no untidy chops, no unnecessary post it reminders. Upon submissions, documents have to be arranged in order, neatly paper clipped (sometimes stapled, depending on what documents) and placed in a neat pile on her desk. She signs with a particular black pen, that HAS to be available at your table at ALL times. When she calls, you RUN, don't take you sweet time walking.. RUN like your job depended on it. Red ink can only be used to write bill numbers. Always remember to change the footer for ease of reference. Never be late for work, and if you have to call to inform the staff. Triple/Quadruple check your work before submitting. Big paper clips should be separated from the small ones. No iPods (or at least don't let her see you using one) and no gum. Remember to keep tabs on ALL your personal files, do not leave them rusty and dusty on shelves.
I can go on forever...
Despite all these minor scratches, she really is very sharp when it comes to checking drafts, spotting the missing semi colon or the uneven spacing between paragraphs. She is amazing at her work and I am truly in awe of her capabilities, of which I have heard so much about and personally gotten to see first hand.
People say that you learn from the strict and the tough. I just hope I'll be able to hold out, just like Andie Sachs did, before I suffer from overburn.
I love my job, I love my job, I love my job, I love my job, I love my job, I love my job, I love my job, I love my job, I love my job, I love my job, I love my job, I love my job, I love my job, I love my job, I love my job, I love my jobThree weeks ago, I said this with great enthusiasm and excitement, now I chant this as much as I can to
tell myself that I love my job.