- Doodlings done in the office.

Nothing great happened today except for the fact that i came in early for work. Still waiting patiently for my computer. Just hoping he won't think that i would forsake whatever needs to be done the moment a computer lands on my desk. Actually, i don't really mind not having one. But he doesn't need to know that. Suresh, i mean, the boss.

My holidays are a lil blah considering the fact that i wanted to do so many things. And so, i have decided to adopt his way of doing things, which is to plan. Since he is out to Bangkok this weekend, how bout a nice getaway to Sentosa this Saturday? A hammock,the sunset, wearing close to nothing, camera whoring, the works. A pity i am not able to embark further on this plan straightaway but well, the prepaid's low. What to do? So get back to me k?
I really ought to be spending more time at home for fear of provoking the wrath of my mum. Three days of staying home would sort things out.

So this is how it feels. The drudgery of being in the lower end of the hiearchy of the organization structure.Routine, mundane, close to being as monotonous as the hypnotic tune of the ABC rhyme repeated over and over again till it loses the beat and becoming, well, mundane.

Management, the study of managing people (objects). Suprising how every individual is seen as an object, reusable, disposable. All wound up, like clockwork by an imaginary key called-the 'looking forward to'- money. Different quotes to catalyse people's movements, to work towards making money, found on posters and self-help books. Who is the mastermind? Ultimately, who benefits? The boss who has no time for family? The organization? For who?
Daily thoughts running through an 18 year old girl's mind.
Let me revert back to being conformed by the moderation of how girls my age should think. The judge being the supreme media.

I wanna shop! *bleagh.