Wooh. You read that right!
I started work in the last week of October (the 23rd, to be exact). I am officially a working woman. Well, kind of.
I'm still in my training period. I'll be done with it by the end of December. Technically, I'll be actually be doing 'office work' from next year. But I'm not caught up in the technicalities because I got my first salary already!
YES! I got my first salary on November 29th. Also, yes. This IS my sneaky (not really) way of documenting these events because I will most definitely forget exactly when they happened.
My neck is hurting. It's probably because of the angle I sit in class all day and because I was riding the scootie (this thing wants me to correct it to 'scooter' but I prefer using scootie) for a long duration yesterday.
It's been almost 5 months since I've blogged so this is strange for me. I've forgotten how to pour myself onto paper. My thoughts are as scattered as always, but there's something strange about typing out what I'm thinking on here. But not all too strange.
It's familiar and comforting, yet, new and excitingly strange.
And, YES, I am listening to soothing music while I'm typing this. 'Naked' by James Arthur is playing.
Isn't it weird how there are some words that make you just a little uncomfortable? Like, 'naked'. Why does that feel so weird? 'Bare' doesn't have the same effect, though they're close synonyms. I wish some words and things weren't so sexualized that you feel strange using them because it feels inappropriate.
Do you know what bothers me? That the views on this blog were 40 last month. But that really shouldn't bother me because I both want this blog to be noticed and not noticed.
Much like how I want people to feel about me.
My overlapping narcissistic and introverted feelings have me wanting people to praise me, adore me and also just stay the heck away. But also fawn over me and tell me I'm pretty and talk to me about interesting things and invite me to hang out.
Wow, this post has so many streams of thoughts. Wow, it took me a while to type the word 'streams' because I kept thinking about Java streams and was confused if this was the correct word to use here.
Also, since I'm in a new place, I have to introduce myself all over again. Which means that people are surprised by my accent and interested about it. WHICH I LOVE. I love all the attention. I feel vain because of this whole situation but I love people being curious about me. I've got to stay grounded and be who I am. I hope I don't let this all get the better of me. To be optimistic, I'm sure I'll be myself and be modest.
The best way I can explain it is:
Okay, that's all for now. I still do hope that people I know haven't found this blog on a stalking adventure. But at the same time, I'd be amused knowing someone was reading my ramblings and appreciated something. Why? (refer aboooove).
I started work in the last week of October (the 23rd, to be exact). I am officially a working woman. Well, kind of.
I'm still in my training period. I'll be done with it by the end of December. Technically, I'll be actually be doing 'office work' from next year. But I'm not caught up in the technicalities because I got my first salary already!
YES! I got my first salary on November 29th. Also, yes. This IS my sneaky (not really) way of documenting these events because I will most definitely forget exactly when they happened.
My neck is hurting. It's probably because of the angle I sit in class all day and because I was riding the scootie (this thing wants me to correct it to 'scooter' but I prefer using scootie) for a long duration yesterday.
It's been almost 5 months since I've blogged so this is strange for me. I've forgotten how to pour myself onto paper. My thoughts are as scattered as always, but there's something strange about typing out what I'm thinking on here. But not all too strange.
It's familiar and comforting, yet, new and excitingly strange.
And, YES, I am listening to soothing music while I'm typing this. 'Naked' by James Arthur is playing.
Isn't it weird how there are some words that make you just a little uncomfortable? Like, 'naked'. Why does that feel so weird? 'Bare' doesn't have the same effect, though they're close synonyms. I wish some words and things weren't so sexualized that you feel strange using them because it feels inappropriate.
Do you know what bothers me? That the views on this blog were 40 last month. But that really shouldn't bother me because I both want this blog to be noticed and not noticed.
Much like how I want people to feel about me.
My overlapping narcissistic and introverted feelings have me wanting people to praise me, adore me and also just stay the heck away. But also fawn over me and tell me I'm pretty and talk to me about interesting things and invite me to hang out.
Wow, this post has so many streams of thoughts. Wow, it took me a while to type the word 'streams' because I kept thinking about Java streams and was confused if this was the correct word to use here.
Also, since I'm in a new place, I have to introduce myself all over again. Which means that people are surprised by my accent and interested about it. WHICH I LOVE. I love all the attention. I feel vain because of this whole situation but I love people being curious about me. I've got to stay grounded and be who I am. I hope I don't let this all get the better of me. To be optimistic, I'm sure I'll be myself and be modest.
The best way I can explain it is:
Okay, that's all for now. I still do hope that people I know haven't found this blog on a stalking adventure. But at the same time, I'd be amused knowing someone was reading my ramblings and appreciated something. Why? (refer aboooove).
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