Intern at Star, voluntarily!

Wow, would have never expected such a self-willing gesture from Jean-Ni! You'd be thinking that, right until you find out i was pushed to do this by my dearest mom. It was a deal, you come back to Malaysia, you better do something productive instead of the usual bumming around.

And so i did the necessary. I applied for Star by having my resumes emailed in along with a letter of recommendation from one of my lecturers, Hugh and then ohyay, i got it! I started off with great, positive impressions and thoughts of how this future experience might have an amazing impact on me. Being around new people, just digesting the fresh (sadly, shackled) ambience of closed windows and doors.. Well, maybe, just maybe, i would somehow turn optimistic and find good outcomes from this.

I started off my first day at Star ytd, completely clueless about the dresscode and whether i've dressed too casually or too formally. I went with black skinnies, a tank top and a cardigan just in case it gets cold and the new Zara flats/loafers i'd just got my hands on. I walked in the building mom dropped me off at, scanned the appearance of the ladies around me (saw sandals and skirts), and felt "Okay, safe! No dull colour code or whatsoever."

I did what seems to be common procedure of registering in as a visitor and then got myself officially an intern in Star and also got myself a temporary tag (where a picture of myself will be put in it soon). And i'd also have to always remember bringing this thing because doors are all automatically locked hence requires scanning.

I was sitting at computer 38 ytd just like i am today and i felt sad. Very sad, in fact. What is this? What is this place? I've got everyone around me knowing there's going to be someone new joining them; me. And they're all like hi i'm who, i'm who, i'm this, i'm that, nice to meet you blabla. One second later, their names left me along with their footsteps. I've got smiley faces plastered on my window, a blank head for thoughts to ponder and i felt like a lost soul.

Well, the day passed so slowly. I was assigned with the panel only nearing the end of the day which barely saved any of the boredom that i was feeling. I left at 5.30pm ytd, fell dead on my bed for two hours with the same suit of clothes and without even switching the aircon on. My parents saw me died for awhile, best sleep since a long time and i can very genuinely swear on that. I had homecooked dinner after and only had the energy for one very chilling yumcha session at Wong Kok before snuggling in again to bed after that. And even then, woke up this morning feeling groggy as ever.

Came to the office this morning at 9 and got my panel done early before getting assigned with something else called Rage on Red, which i am now also done with. Feels good and accomplished. I mean they're all petty task. But i guess it's still good to slowly learn to run then to tumble around for the rest to laugh at.

We had two meetings today, one with the bigger bosses and a mini Rage one just to ensure everyone's up to pace. As of now, i have no pace. I have nothing much to be done. Probably have to make a few calls tomorrow to a few AIDS foundations to get advocates. Other than that, i'm not yet deserving of major parts because one, they've never read my writing and i'm never gonna share this with them because it's all a piece of crap and two, this is only my second day.

So God, bless my soul :) xx