“Wake me up when September ends…”
September has long passed and October is also approaching its end. Then, with a wink of an eye, 2011 goes and 2012 comes. Time flies, doesn’t it?
Looking back at Q1-Q3 2011 (wow, I now sound so business-like, haha!), so many things have happened. In the past 9 months (and more), I have switched jobs twice and entered a totally different industry (shocking myself along the way), finally turned the age people say you start growing OLD (-.^) and…. hmmm.. can’t think of anything else that has been noteworthy 
Nonetheless, they’re still counted as big changes wouldn’t you say?
Mid-February this year I took a big step out of my comfort zone, my training ground, my protected environment and left behind my dearest buddy, my awesome boss, a bunch of cool colleagues and the place where I spent most of my waking hours for almost 3 years. A hearty handshake with my boss, a tearful hug (or hugs) with some nice ladies I worked with ended my first job experience. I had mixed feelings.. Really jumbled up feelings of excitement and joy of my new freedom and sadness from leaving a glorious past. But as they say, life goes on.. And so it did.
On 2 March 2011, I began a new chapter (I shall name it merely “My Second Job”), walking into the new office and being led to the new work desk suppressing any expectations and trying to reminisce my first day at my first job (and trying to get back that frame of mind as well). So things went rather well for the first month or so and then it started. The craziness of working for a lady boss who has totally no control of her emotions began. My initial aim to stay for 2 years became 1 and then 6 months. And that was it. After 6 long months of mental torture, I decided to just take my leave. I was more than happy to do that. I even had my ex-boss, ex-boss’ buddy and buddy to celebrate with me. It was simply awesome (yes, for once, I’m lost for words!)
Since I left Swatch without another job, the first few days of my freedom was spent on job interviews. I snagged my third job on the second day of my freedom quite by accident. It was a writing job for a Japanese magazine that was now available in Malaysia in English. A big change. No, a HUGE change of industry from marketing to pure writing. I have no formal education in writing, nor wrote any “masterpieces” since secondary school maybe. So prior to accepting this job, I asked my ex-boss if I could ever write to save my life. Job-wise I think he knew me best. So when he and his buddy said to go for it, I took their words. So here I am. Fashion writer for Ray.
Seriously, even today I still cannot imagine how I ended up here. Apart from the fact that my new workplace is less than 5 minutes drive away from my house, I still don’t know why I am a fashion writer. As glamourous as it may sound to some, I know very well that I lack acute fashion sense. While I try to look good, but now “look good” is not enough. It has to be in season and putting together fashionable, in season stuff together. Phew! Exhausting just thinking about it. Well, I guess I just have to endure and learn through this new phase. Well, look at the bright side as I tell myself everyday. At least with this experience, I will have 2 career options in future AND I get to wake up at 9am everyday and be chauffeur-driven by Daddy to work almost every single day. Now, that’s the true perk most people can’t get from the most glamourous jobs in the world
Before I go, here’s a meaningful song I’d like to share:
