..the beads and p*sses of dumbo-no-more

my dream come true...imf

i had a childhood dream and that was to wear a suit to go work. yup, and that includes hand-carrying a briefcase or sling a working bag on my shoulder.

looking smart, pple would greet me as i enter the lift, going to my office....

'would u like to have coffee or tea, mr ong...'

'you have a lunch appointment with xxx at 1pm followed by another meeting at 3pm at meeting rm 1...'

something to that effect...

NOW, a part of my dream has come true.
BECAUSE OF IMF,
i put on a grey blazer over a pink shirt with a bright pink tie and wear a grey pants.
OH! how can i forget this.. instead of being greeted, i greet delegates (rude ones too, they left their eyes at home...and perhaps, they haven't got words such as 'thank you' in their word bank.)
instead of taking the lift up to whatever office i thought i had dreamt of, i open doors for delegates and occasionally reply them 'my pleasure', 'u're welcome'...
instead of getting served with coffee and/or tea, i have mineral water, prinkles and sweet underneath the desk where i am deployed.
instead of smelling sweet, clean air in my office, i stand beside the road just to wait for the arrival of shuttle buses ..sbs 2480,1943, 2665, 2664, 2791...breathing in CO.

instead of knocking off at 5pm...my shifts are either 7am-3pm, or 3pm to 10pm....

ya, i told u....dreams do come true

posted by WILLIAM @ 8:49 PM