Who was your “Miranda priestley”?

Yes yes i am painfully aware that i’ve just about let this little site DIED for the last few weeks,and of course i have a perfectly good explanation for it…uhh…actually,never mind!I have been busy in my own way meeting up with friends,spending quality time with wayne and of course sending out those resumes and going for interviews (i have been to two so far).I think the process of looking for your first real job is not really as insufferable as it’s made out to be…it really gives you the chance and time to sort yourself out,and think about what you really want to do.I’ve really given it some good thoughts,and I like to believe i have a clearer direction now where im headed.Which is just a breath of fresh air.

I’ve also been catching up on reads…i’ve actually allowed myself some guiltfree indulgence by reading chicklits! I just finished “The devil wears prada”  and enjoyed it very much,though the ending really is quite predictable. Bosses from hell..we’ve all had one “Miranda priestley” in our lives before! 

Mine was when i was 18 years old,working as a temporary sales associate while awaiting entry into university.She was in her mid 30s,meticulously groomed all the time and freshly divorced…she has this ‘hard’ face which morphs mainly into 2 types of expressions-crude disapproval, and disbelief in that “i cannot believe what a incompetent idiot you are” way. When she was around i was expected to be on my feet all the time-pretending to be busy even when there was absolutely nothing really to be done..she could not bear the look of her employees sitting or in Situ for one moment!

She would leave the store on a whim,leaving me alone in the store for long hours without toliet breaks or dinner/lunch breaks.I had become friends with the friendly neighbouring store-owners and often had to ask them to keep a lookout for a while ,and make a mad DASH to the bathroom/food courts,get whatever i needed and be back in under 5 minutes. She doesnt bother with the ‘Hellos’ or even names and often any conversations with her usually involves the barking of curt orders, accompanied with a snotty stare at how inefficient/cumbersome/wrongly i had executed her orders. Her orders were often vague and incomprehensible as well,like she expects us to be able to read her mind…it was horrible!And all that at a working wage of $5 an hour!         

At times during her reign as “boss” in my 18 year old’s life then,I kept reminding myself that it was all temporary;I will one day be more highly educated and cultured,and make more money than she’ll ever make,and i will take her orders and commands and shove them up her you-know where! Haha! It was probably the only thing that kept me going, while i continuously resisted the urge to do like Andrea did in “the devil wears prada’ and shouted a spectacular “FUCK YOU” to her bitchy boss and walk off in glory.

Looking back,i could have fought back with more spunk..On the day of my ‘A” level results,I had taken the day off work to pick up my results.It was a great day,I did well for my papers,got into the university i desired..and i was in a mood to celebrate our victory  with all my schoolmates,but then i got a call from my ‘Miranda”,demanding that i get back to work immediately for the afternoon to late night shift, never mind that my parents were on hand with a celebratory dinner.(it became a celebratory uh,supper?) When i got back to the store,she asked me with a sneer in her eyes and voice, if i was ABSOLUTELY sure that my grades were actually good enough to get into a university.Sheesh!

Ah…all that was long ago,but as i’ve just realised,still fresh in my mind. 

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8 Responses

  1. haha… go back to the shop, buy a $30 dollar clothes… then pay her with all coin ( how about all in 5cents). .. Ask her to count within 5 minutes. If not, you complaint to the whatever place you can think of. Used your Ang mo… shoot her until she eats all the words.

    You are Singaporean… behave like a Singaporean.

  2. Actually…i had a experience with a customer who did that! haha.So i dont think i will do that to someone else.:)

  3. haha.. good gal. But the NTUC counter auntie like to collect coins from me. Maybe they always short of coins to make the charges.

    Different situtation, different people, wrong can be right.. right can be wrong. Maybe next time when you have your own shop, see how you treat your shop assistant bah. Hope you will them treat better. Cos you already had experience. 😛

  4. You’re not, by any chance, antigirl.nu, are you?

    Anyway, hi, if you are. On behalf of the entire internet, we missed your writing.

    If not, um, just ignore me. Nice blog, though.

  5. Ha! I remember her!!! The stoopid woman who left u with zero lunch time and your poor fren (OVER HERE!) to get those take-aways for ya! =”P

    PS: you have “Devil wears Prada” too?! heard pretty good reviews on it. shud get it from ya some day. 🙂

  6. Ken: Hi.Nooo sorry..im not whoever you’re looking for.Thanks for visiting though! 🙂
    Zig^gy: Aha! You know exactly who im talking about! if you hadnt “tapao” lunch for me then i really dont know what would have become of me during those horrible months.oh yah I borrowed “devil” from the library…its a good book!

  7. Congrats on getting the interviews, it’s great that you had time to think about your future, celebrated with your friends and now it’s time to show them what you’ve got! Go gal 🙂

  8. […] Al igual que en el libro, la película cuenta la historia de la recién egresada en periodismo Andrea Sachs que comienza a trabajar de asistente de Miranda Priestley (Meryl Streep), editora-icono de Runway Magazine. Ella dicta la moda en el mundo entero. Millones de lectoras la siguen fielmente sus recomendaciones; sus empleados y colaboradores la consideran un genio; los grandes creadores la temen. Todos, sin excepción, la veneran. Todos, menos Andrea, que no se deja engañar por este escaparate de diseño y frivolidad tras el que se agazapa un diablo que viste un traje de de Prada, calza unos Manolo Blahnik y siempre luce un pañuelo blanco de Hermés. […]

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