The imitation

Right ladies.


We can officially hyperventilate now.



Though they did say they are strict about staff discounts being only for personal use and not extended to friends and/or relatives.
It can get as serious as termination.
I guess the key word here is d-i-s-c-r-e-t-e.

Therefore there's no freaking way I am going to reveal the job and/or company I'd be working for.
Although if you are close friend, and you are still not in the loop..
Sms me la.
I will tell you.

If not, I hope your brains explode from all that guesswork.

Speaking of sms and/or calls.
Let me first warn you guys.
I very accidentally gave out my number to some irritatingly persistent Prudential insurance guy.

I must say it is so very coincidental.
I remember about a year ago, when I was on the way to sign my appointment letter for my current company, I too gave out my number to this very persistent Prudential insurance guy. This time, same scenario, same everything lor. (different guy la. This one's cuter)
Freak or what?

So please, if you are using a foreign number to call me, I will not be answering.

Suddenly, I am not all too excited about my new job which I am starting in like 2 weeks time.
Golly.
They are so into the "impression" thingy.

"We represent (insert company name), so we must portray that image. Therefore, no denim material clothings at all, not even FRIDAYS."

That's not all.

"Oh, and no imitations too please. There's always staff discounts to get the real stuff. We forbid 'imis' (pronounced as eee-meee)."

Suddenly I feel the slight increment I am getting for this job ain't that fantastic afterall.
Because I am probably going to spend a bomb maintaining that image.
An image I am not confident I can portray to begin with.

This leaves me no choice whatsoever.
I need to dig into my severance package and some really serious shopping.

Any sponsors?

I suddenly regret all those lies that I said. Perhaps I cannot do what I think I could do. Meeting their expectations is kinda hard. So yes, I am freaking out every single minute now.

(cries)
I am hyperventilating due to the stress, and no longer the excitement ok?

Right.
I almost forgot.
I have one last hurdle.

The medical checkup.
GAH.
I hate medical checkups. They freak me out.

(sigh)

Looking on the bright side.
Perhaps in a couple of years time, I would be able to relocate to San Fran.
Afterall, one of the people I am replacing was sent over to San Fran for good.

That is a bright side because I say so.