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When I first started work, I had bad sense of dressing. It was that transition from the carefree college girl to a corporate woman. But actually inside, (even now) Im just a tomboy in my own comfortable skin.
My dad, saw this as an alarming sign. So one night during our usual supper date he told me "each month, keep aside some money for you to buy clothes. Allocate some for your wardrobe. You need to dress better". I didn't had enough then. So there wasn't much for me to work on.
Now, I gotta say Alhamdulillah. I may not be drop dead gorgeous but can laaaa hide that tomboy when needed. Thank you for your advice Abah! But I didn't know that I will be (almost) addicted to buying things I look pretty in. Girls..
Disclaimer: this post appeared to sooth my guilt for impulsively purchasing a super cantik pants that I dont actually need but totally have fallen in love with.
So I continued my day by going to Melaka with Mokmok to pick up a friend and by the evening, the director of marketing contacted me and said "the job is yours! Do you accept?"
HELL YEAH!
And they want me to start in 2 weeks time. 4th of Feb. Which is cool. I get 2 weeks of holiday :)
The next day, the GM pulak called me up and asked if I accept the job. Heeeee I feel so wanted.
So for 2 weeks, I laze around and spent a lot of my time with Milly, and gained access to a few events and rubbed shoulders with some notable people . (I shall rearrange picture once I log in through the PC. Blogging via my Galaxy Ace je ni).
On my first day, the GM welcomed me by saying "Welcome to the rest of your life" and I felt...hopeful. I do wish I can be happy and will continue working at MES.
1 week is gone now. So far so good. Love the fact that our team is multiracial. We have a gwai-lo (I dunno how they spell it but that's how they say it. It refers to Mat Salleh), a Cindian, an Indian, a Punjabi, Chinese, a Bumiputra, Malays (of course) and a me. I am sometimes Chinese/Malay/Bugis/Indonesian/Korean, depending on my mood. Love the lunchtime with them. Our table is always the loudest and very 1Malaysia.
The only downside of working at MES is the super narrow parking space that made me scratch my car twice. Hmph.
And oh yeah, I was hit on my way to work the other day. Habis bumper depan. Kesian my Wish. Kesian duit gaji pertama from MES.
Aren't you a sight for sore eyes.......NOT!










































