| Monday Phobia--Sept.5th |
[Sep. 5th, 2005|08:56 am] |
Monday Phobia--Part two Sept.5th
It’s Monday again. People even invented a disease called “Monday Phobia”, which makes every sense in feeling grey and reluctant to get up after Sunday glee. Again, work is still the most effective way to shun personal problems if you happen to get tons. Well, unlucky Homo sapiens and despite the fact that we are fragile gals, we still have to work as if we are strong-minded feminists in a men’s world.
I get up, staring at the slightly cracked wall. I wonder if I smoked too much, or that was the draft beer last night at Bookworm, that makes my stomach coo coo. I make coffee, and then drink it in front of my computer, mentally planning my feminist Monday schedule. Just hideous meetings one after another, in which I usually hold my face down and duck my head in the same rhythm my boss blasts orders to me.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my job. I work at an English magazine as a PR, a position sounds more like a social butterfly. For the same time I write a column called “Hard Candy”, a column I frequently dump my dark opinions towards rowdy Laowai and enjoy applauses from readers. You don’t need to remind me how shallow that sounds, in fact, writing is a means to balance the bad karma in my realistic life. I write in English and that’s already good enough.
My office room has got five ladies sweating their careers in its mouth. Five ladies, that is hilariously not funny. I used to propose to have a cute intern boy running around, but the good will was conveyed as some unreasonable requirements from a narcissistic slut. So I shut my mouth and just plow like a cow (I wonder cow has ever plowed).
Let me map out for you how the big office works in the residential apartment. We have got more than 30 people work as regular employees, coming at 9:30 and go home at however late it might be. We have got reception, then this tiny conference room which is always full that we have to drag our clients to the kitchen for a cigarette, then this marketing&distribution office where I work furiously on my skinny ass, this big area for sales people and another big area for editorial, a place for production (up to now they are the only gangs enjoying some drawing peace among us intellectuals), three bathes and two kitchens. Opps, forgot my boss. This American set his office facing the big sales area, overlooking the editorial. When he was having fun spying employees we unconsciously spy him as well.
It’s 8:50 and I have finished two coffee already. I will drink none at work. Kinda late now--I’d just take a quick shower. Oh I love my shower. I love the fact that I am building up a nice livinghood around me when I don’t need to get out to boogie. I bought new blue bath pad for the bathroom and set more candles in the living room. Life is all smiling at me, although it’s a Monday morning. |
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