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 :)

Working on my Friendship Skills...

...Amongst other things.

The past few days with Gary have been different. For one, we've been keeping our hands to ourselves. And he's not just being a great listener, but also an awesome friend. Thanks to him my job search has extended beyond postings on websites to actually speaking to people with vacancies on board. BTW, this is not a cheap trick to get people looking for jobs or recession-related posts onto my blog. I have genuinely been looking.

I had no idea Gary was such good friend material. Admittedly, he hadn't had a chance to prove his worth in the past given that his lips were always otherwise occupied when we were together. But this recent discovery has led me to wonder- does the road to friendship with a guy go through sex?

Once that was well out of the way, Gary and I had a chance to develop genuine affection and interest in each other. So is the way to make a good friend out of a guy to sleep with him? (I can almost here the men clicking away on this theory. Next thing I know, it'll be in Playboy and there'll be cheesy pick-up lines written about it. For eg. I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Let's just get the sex part out of the way first.) Now I don't want to start some controversy but I really feel like I've stumbled upon something big here.

Will get back to you when I've done further research ;) Hey, before you judge, it's all for a good cause. A gal's caught to have some pals, after all. (I cannot believe I wrote that. I hope he kills me when he reads this.)

I Quit!

Yup! It's true... I'd had enough. Enough of the unrestrained c*&^% and cleavages, malicious rumours (the ones about me), unnecessary politics and oh yes, the work. For some reason, realising that a five-year old untrained in English could do my work was not motivating for me. Okay, I exaggerated- maybe not a five-year old. Ten-year old. It's amazing how much better I felt once I had said it. It was like a gigantic boulder the size of the-mess-my-life-had-become had lifted off my shoulders. I am suddenly breathing better, thinking clearer and radiating happiness from every crevice ;)

Gary seemed to think I was being rash but I told him that a smart person knows when the time is right to leave. Of course if I was really smart I would have quit eight months ago when the right time was actually there. But better late than never, right? Well, he may not have agreed with that but at least he's agreed to help me find another job. I may be doing the dumbest thing possible (looking for a job while people are barely holding on to theirs) but at least I have a good friend to count on. I looked a little worried (I am not entirely unaware of the global economic reality), so he said, "It may not be a good time but I can think of noone else who can make it better."

I love my friends.