premiere jour

had my first day in my new department just now. i have work to do already! i have job responsibilities! i have my own desk! woohoo! i also have a teleconference tomoro morning. oh man.

i'm scared ah. people have expectations of me now. damn. what if i fall short?? my 'work buddy' is the senior exec. there will be 5 of us (managers, senior execs, execs) under the senior manager. we will be responsible for product development, marketing, etc. i have to start reading the friggin' papers lor. financial section no less. and get this- i have to use a financial calculator!! is there no escape?? been avoiding the stupid thing like crazy and now it's here to haunt me forever. well, for as long as i stay in this department anyway.

think i was the first one in office this morning. or it seemed like it. came in at about 8.15am (8.15AM!!) and the doors were shut, there didn't seem to be anyone around. i was like, hmm... strange. so i went down, had a little chat with the guard, and went upstairs again. the doors were miraculously open. stupid thing is, i thought there was a pin code to open the glass doors. so i was standing there, looking around for a bell or something to press so the 2 persons i saw inside could come open the door. it then dawned on me that they were staring at me and wondering why the hell i wasn't going in since the door wasn't locked in anyway at all. doh.

people start at 9 in this area. i wanna stick to 8.30. haha. though i have a feeling either they will ask me to start at 9 too or i will have to stay till 6 anyway. bummer. i tell you ah, i hate peak hour traffic man. i cannot even begin to imagine how many unwashed bodies i came in contact with during my journey to the office. these people don't bathe in the morning man. and they smell like it!! what's so hard about a quick shower in the morning before you leave? it's not like we have sub- zero temperatures! bloody hell. it did not help that there was a lingering stench of stale cheese in the bus on the journey home. can die ok. disgusting.

now if you will excuse me i have to go through the financial section in the past sunday times and get clippings. of what? i have no idea. i'm hoping i will know it when i see it. this is called acting hardworking. wahaha. i'm still in slacker mode. gotta snap out of it man. soon.

did i mention that it is bloody freezing in the office? it is bloody freezing. was in the meeting room with my buddy and i couldn't take proper notes cos my fingers were almost numb and my nails had turned purple. i kid you not. wahlau. guess who has to take minutes at meetings...? i think i should invest in gloves.