My job

Tomorrow, 16th July will marked my first year of survival in my current company. Can’t believe that it has been a year now. Time flies, people get older..

I remember when I first started this job, I didn’t quite like it cos most of the time, I can hardly understand what people are talking about. They either talk too fast or have the heavy ‘ozzie’ accents. Then I started to hate my job even more cos I need to force myself up at 6am to catch the train/bus. But now, I’m blessed that I survived my first year!

Working here isn’t relaxing at all. In fact, it’s more demanding and stressful than Malaysia. No doubt it’s a 5 days week and 9-5 job but everyone has got a high expectation of everyone. Get it? Everyone in my department are what I called as ‘competitive’. We often challenged each other with our experience, knowledge and brain and of cos, not to forget our beauty.. Work has becomes  more fun that way cos we consistently have to keep up with each other. In the end, it has make us the slave of the money.

Anyway, I love my job and I love money So let’s enjoy the ride!  My 2nd year of suicidal has just started….