Today, there’s a lady who said I look elegant, no, I didn’t buy her lunch, no, she don’t owe me money or anything, no, she don’t work for me, no, she was really sincere! I really can’t think of any motive for her being nice to me other than being nice. So of course I was happy and flattered. I’m just rambling. I like writing random things that happened to me. Of course I used to write sad things, but I think now I want to stick to happy things. Sad things are already sad enough without being documented.
I’ve just started working as an editor. What I mean by just is for about 8 months already..So far, I still don’t like telling people I’m an editor because people will immediately ask “for what magazine? Cleo? Women’s weekly? Men’s health *wink*wink*? No, I’m an editor for Buku Sekolah rendah and menengah. School text books, reference books, work books. Counting 2+3 to F=ma. Of course there’s the occasional story about yeast and amoeba…Omg, as if I’m not nerdy enough already! As if studying for the past 20 years is not enough! Truth is, although this job is superbly, extremely, extraordinarily boring, it’s very stable. That is compared to my previous McJob. Now I work 5 days a week, get stuck in both the morning rush hour and the evening snail trail home, and stagnant but consistent income. 8 months and I didn’t quit yet! already beating McJob’s record! As you may have noticed (or may not, if you’re not that sharp), I don’t love my job, but I feel very comfortable in it.
So do I stay?
I don’t really want to answer that right now because I’m sick of going for interviews and wait anxiously for the result.. It’s like going for blind dates…. not that I’ve been to any…
so, lets end here, I don’t really know what else to say, after 8 months of not writing, I’m a bit nervous….
