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.