the girl who cried... "i can't climb!"
If I had known that following my dream meant working 6 days a week, 10 hours daily (no overtime pay), working on weekends and sucking up to celebrities, socialites, filthy rich housewives (not to mention social climbers and the like)-- the job a.k.a 'customer service' (subtext for: "let me see just how far my tounge can reach up your ass ma'am..."), I would've waited til i'm about to 'mid-life crisis' my way out of stupid, incomprehensible life-altering decisions! argh, god help me. I know i'm smarter than these people. I may not know the difference between tsavorite and demantoid semi-precious stones, and had mistaken some for peridot or even (god forbid) emerald a couple of times.. BUT i could however, definitely tell the difference between cultured, natural, freshwater, south sea and could spot synthetic pearls a mile away without having to sand test them using my teeth! But my job is to pretend they know more, and that they are smarter than everyone else in the universe to keep their social status (and ego) in place. (in place meaning: on top of mine and above everyone else)
Have i mentioned i'm underpayed? yes, waaaay.
"Nobody starts from the top nikki. I was an assistant once before I started my own company... blah blah (insert wise words here)..."- A conversation i had with my dad over the phone last monday when i so badly needed to complain to someone. And of all people why did i have to call my dad? of course he is not gonna be on my side, i'm his spoiled child!
This reminds me of when i was in metrowalk sometime last week, for an unexpected visit to my theraphist (read: retail theraphy)- it was around 11am and with an empty stomach, a gruelling headache and mocha latte in hand i was about to call it a day when i saw that the escalator is still not working! (or was i too early?) After checking all other possible way to get to the 2nd floor where bargain haven is (where's aladdin and that damn magic carpet when you need 'em?), I dreaded the realization that the only option i had was to start moving my feet up to the man-made-to-make-my-feet-ache-in-3-inch-heel stairs! It was about 40 steps up, and i COULD BE exaggerating. I was mumbling complaints all the way... to myself. When i thought, (metaphoric and delusional) i couldn't take this? I am so gonna be left behind on climbing this 'way-to-success' ladder, which quite obviously i haven't even gotten through step one. With 6 weeks and a half in my sucky-no-brainer job, already i am about to call it quits!
All of a sudden my old, boring and unfullfilling job seemed to be a much much more of a likeable fallback. Wherein I am respected, everything I say is smart, I give orders (like, i'll be late can you cover for me please?) and most especially it takes care of my needs (read: excessive shopping needs).
Forget everything i said- just do what works for you and whatever job pays the bill.Don't make me sermon. I don't wanna hear it.
P.S. I tried to hopefully comeback with something inspiring, but boy, i just came from the real world!
Have i mentioned i'm underpayed? yes, waaaay.
"Nobody starts from the top nikki. I was an assistant once before I started my own company... blah blah (insert wise words here)..."- A conversation i had with my dad over the phone last monday when i so badly needed to complain to someone. And of all people why did i have to call my dad? of course he is not gonna be on my side, i'm his spoiled child!
This reminds me of when i was in metrowalk sometime last week, for an unexpected visit to my theraphist (read: retail theraphy)- it was around 11am and with an empty stomach, a gruelling headache and mocha latte in hand i was about to call it a day when i saw that the escalator is still not working! (or was i too early?) After checking all other possible way to get to the 2nd floor where bargain haven is (where's aladdin and that damn magic carpet when you need 'em?), I dreaded the realization that the only option i had was to start moving my feet up to the man-made-to-make-my-feet-ache-in-3-inch-heel stairs! It was about 40 steps up, and i COULD BE exaggerating. I was mumbling complaints all the way... to myself. When i thought, (metaphoric and delusional) i couldn't take this? I am so gonna be left behind on climbing this 'way-to-success' ladder, which quite obviously i haven't even gotten through step one. With 6 weeks and a half in my sucky-no-brainer job, already i am about to call it quits!
All of a sudden my old, boring and unfullfilling job seemed to be a much much more of a likeable fallback. Wherein I am respected, everything I say is smart, I give orders (like, i'll be late can you cover for me please?) and most especially it takes care of my needs (read: excessive shopping needs).
Forget everything i said- just do what works for you and whatever job pays the bill.
P.S. I tried to hopefully comeback with something inspiring, but boy, i just came from the real world!
monique♥ 7:04 pm
