irreversible.
my father's been back for about a week. funnily enough, on the afternoon of the previous post, he just showed up out of the blue. he'd been staying at the marriot (as all returning diplomats are given a room at a swanky hotel for three days before they find their ground) and had been wheeling and dealing away. funny how it all works out in the end.
this past week has come and gone; without anything to do, i signed up for a job with the indian high commission for the asean summit. my "first" paying job --- RM 75 to RM 80 to RM 100 a day (it's quite debatable coz they might work us as slaves).
i'm supposed to be a media liaison officer, and it involves either translating malay into english for indian journalists (i didn't know that was in the job description, otherwise i would've thought twice), or some other menial task. the media centres are at the old hilton in kuala lumpur as well as the mandarin oriental. we can't really choose where we're to be based, but i'd love to be closer to the action i.e. the mandarin oriental. i've even got a cool little id tag. yay.
i suppose that it's really going to be a tight few weeks. i haven't really gone back to college to check up on my results...probably because i know what they already are...and i've got to come up with some sort of contingency plan that does not involve working with my father (which is one of his plans now). i mean, it'd be cool and at least there'd be some sort of stability, but i'm growing more and more disenchanted with operating a business/becoming an "entrepreneur" as my future path. then again, it's not really up to me. is it? i don't really know. jack of all trades, yet a master of none. or one.
coming up with a contigency plan will be a bitch. and a pain. and being on a semester break would feel great...if my father wasn't around. being domesticated and not going out at all hasn't taken any sort of toll on me...in fact, it's been great for the wallet...but i kinda miss just hanging out at murni's or some other nondescript generation y outing.
onwards to better things! my arse.
this past week has come and gone; without anything to do, i signed up for a job with the indian high commission for the asean summit. my "first" paying job --- RM 75 to RM 80 to RM 100 a day (it's quite debatable coz they might work us as slaves).
i'm supposed to be a media liaison officer, and it involves either translating malay into english for indian journalists (i didn't know that was in the job description, otherwise i would've thought twice), or some other menial task. the media centres are at the old hilton in kuala lumpur as well as the mandarin oriental. we can't really choose where we're to be based, but i'd love to be closer to the action i.e. the mandarin oriental. i've even got a cool little id tag. yay.
i suppose that it's really going to be a tight few weeks. i haven't really gone back to college to check up on my results...probably because i know what they already are...and i've got to come up with some sort of contingency plan that does not involve working with my father (which is one of his plans now). i mean, it'd be cool and at least there'd be some sort of stability, but i'm growing more and more disenchanted with operating a business/becoming an "entrepreneur" as my future path. then again, it's not really up to me. is it? i don't really know. jack of all trades, yet a master of none. or one.
coming up with a contigency plan will be a bitch. and a pain. and being on a semester break would feel great...if my father wasn't around. being domesticated and not going out at all hasn't taken any sort of toll on me...in fact, it's been great for the wallet...but i kinda miss just hanging out at murni's or some other nondescript generation y outing.
onwards to better things! my arse.
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