15th November 2001
It’s 9.09am Thursday. I’m approaching the KL Sentral station. Sat in the front of the subway car. I look around me and see literally everyone is dressed in business suits and the likes. This was when I turned to look at my reflection from the window across me. What I saw was a startling resemblance of those beside me. Is this perhaps the first step of transformation into one of the mindless drones now trapped in the same car as me? That someday I’ll end up being on of these corporate drones that become the mechanics of the corporate world? God forbid……and even if I had to, I swear to myself I’d do it in style.
Tried to sleep, with much difficulty. Mainly making up for my late night rattling away online. I slowly drift off to sleep but am awakened by a sharp whiff of men’s cologne lodged up my nose. What’s a girl gotta do to catch a kipper on the LRT? Can’t determine my preferences for it. It appears to have landed in the love hate part of the scale. Smells a bit strong with only half of it being familiar. Now the air is tainted with a pungent smell, perhaps someone farted.
On a related issue, if the act of forced copulation is considered rape, then would this act of lodging smells up noses be considered sensory rape? Anyhows….
I wish the guy standing in front of me would move somewhere else. He’s been sleeping while standing for the past 30 minutes in front of me. It’s not a pretty sight mind you having to look up only to find myself staring at a certain region. Not that there was much to see.
Dang Wangi station, another station and I’ll have to get off and be a corporate drone myself. Which reminds me, how am I going to turn down my job today?
Weirdly, at this point in time once again the pair of diamonds earrings (yes the dreaded pair) surfaces in my mind. How inappropriate.
Oh, it’s my stop. Gotta run.
Finally marched my way to the office and realised how close everything is around city.
So here I sit at the reception waiting for Joey to come and get us. Around me I notice a whole bunch of young people just like me sitting here with blank expressions on their faces. A sign that they’ve been suckered into this job just like I have. Also I notice the bloke next to me has a badly matched pair of socks. And the guy that just walked in is just plain depressing to look at. Bleached blond layered hair, collar opened to expose his bare chest, pants (trousers for the brits amongst you) so tight you can’t imagine how it doesn’t ‘hurt’ them. And this is a guy we’re talking about. What’s this? A Grease Lightning set?
Heck I feel like a mindless drone already and I’m not even being paid yet. Which makes me think….what job in this world would be able to provide us with the bohemian lifestyle all us 20 year olds and the likes want? And for those of you not wanting a slight bohemianes in your little lives, I suggest a head check or if in worst-case scenarios just stop reading and pick up a copy of Financial Times instead. Heck come to think of it I should be at uni now and not seated here with a bunch of morons. *Sigh* Perhaps they were right, I should’ve just faked death and continue to hide in UK or maybe even like Tze said…. Elope.
Oh here she is…. Oh well time for training.
It’s 1.29pm. I need a better job. Spent the whole morning learning the ‘mechanics’ of trading stock indices and I’m supposed to give it a go later at 2.30pm when the market reopens. Hell I’d just wish it was as posh as it sounds…. The poshest thing I’ve done all so far (not implying I’m a posh bird) is to have coffee in this café now. Yes everyone needs a good cuppa mocha at some point of the day. And I’ve just realised not everyone makes mocha the way I like it (ok so I’m a new coffee addict, sue me). So far only two places makes it well and it’s Starbucks and this tiny coffee bar called Hoca. Oh and the mocha’s just made me 8 bucks poorer. Time to get back to the office.
It’s 3.24pm, sat here staring at the screen conducting some mock trading. Buy New , Sell Close, Sell New, Buy Close? Heck can’t these ppl make up their mind? There was a time when sell meant sell and buy actually meant buy!! The market’s apparently sluggish at this afternoon so we’re literally staring at screens waiting for the points to change.
This place is like a rat cage filled with mice having a smoke, staring at screens and making phone calls. Not to mention filled with sleazebags who stare at your bum every time it’s off the chair. Talk about harassment… and I haven’t even started working yet.
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