I Found A Job!

Bah humbug to recession!!! I am now working as a writer at an ad agency (which for confidentiality reasons i cannot mention the name of- they made me sign something while i was too euphoric to read). And what's great is that I found the place all by myself. Well, not entirely. My mom's nosy neighbour, Mrs. Nylon-is-the-new-silk, has a brother who works in this agency. He helped me meet his boss who was bowled over by my writing. He almost said, "Where've you been all my life?" (I'm sure he thought it.) I joined just yesterday. It seemed bad form to start blogging on office time on the first day so I waited for 24 hours to lapse. I'm amazed by my own model behaviour.

Bet you want to know what I've been doing all the time that I was jobless. Well, I decided to make the most of the time to travel and get to know exotic cultures. So spent a lot of time downtown (hey, it's far), eating at the Thai food restaurants and experimenting with off-the-road Lebanese cuisine. Wouldn't recommend Thai food though. It has a way of revisiting your mouth in the night, long after you've forgotten all about the nice lady offering you the massage.

I also read a lot. Caught up on the backlog of Calvin and Hobbes, and the Comics pages of newspapers that my mum had hoarded for decades (in case we ever live in a glass house, surrounded by diarrhoeic pigeons, who compel us to clean it daily) (newspapers are ideal for cleaning glass, according to my mum; they are also ideal for ruining your French manicure, according to me). Feel quite literary now. It's sad that I didn't spend much time browsing literature, as a kid. Might have learnt more than I did browsing shop windows.

Anyway, I am glad I had that break. And I'm glad it's over. I was quite ready for the excitement and the entertainment that being surrounded by a bunch of highly strung morons brings. Not that Mrs. Nylon's daily adventures in the garden shed with Mr. Nylon weren't entertaining. He finds the bedroom environment too pressuring to perform.

Will return to my own performance now. Am already trying to meet unreasonable deadlines with crazy assignments. From the looks of my boss (who has been in the agency for 10 years), I might lose all my hair soon. From the looks of the co-worker whose derriere could have been on the cover of GQ, I might lose a lot more than just hair.

Advertising is fun :)