work work...
10.15 am
Day one as an intern at some merchant bank. Delightful. I'm already feeling lost. Sitting here in this cubicle place thing. Only another 7 plus hours before home time. Whee.
10.16 am
Been told a lot of random things I'm already forgetting. Guess that's what happens when you didn't really have a clear idea of what the fuck you're getting yourself into in the first place. Heehee.
10.20 am
It's been awhile, but I don't have anything to do. Hell, I might have to resort to playing with myself *ahem* to stay awake. I do not understand the lack of workplace efficiency. I'm thinking that people tend to be more efficient when they aren't. It's the only way to explain the bloke that's intermittently reading newspapers, napping and playing random games on Yahoo! Just absolutely fah-bulous.
10.50 am
Found a copy of Forbes. Or as Evans would call it, Foh-Base.
11.05 am
They dropped a stack of previous research articles for me to read. Some of it is fascinating shit. Some of it is pointless drivel on stuff. All of it are compilations of news articles coupled with a few simple opinions put into a sleek looking format to make it all look professional-y. Or something.
11.49 am
Fallen asleep twice already. Hyuu. They don't have my passcard yet. So I get to play with this nifty remote control trigger or something. Bwahahah. Heard there's a cafeteria and some San Francisco Coffee downstairs. Hwoo.
11.51 am
Just wondering how in the Nine Hells and Seven Heavens and 5 Earths anyone can stand an office job. It's so incredibly mundane, it's boring even.
12.44 pm
Lunch break! Gotta NOT eat like this anymore. In other notes, I need a new bed. The freshly repaired junk heap is already giving way again.
2.19 pm
Sitting around reading research reports reminiscent of blog entries. This is either so the job for me (and 5 million other people around the world) or a serious lack of research type writing ethics here, or that investors are absolute dimwits when it comes to understanding fanciful writing styles. I take it all their definitions come from Encyclopaedia Dramatica.
3.41 pm
Yay! Internet connection. It's slow as a dingdong bat, and the firewall blocks Messenger, but there are ways around an eville corporate propaganda machine! Also, I have no real assigned tasks so I can fuck about until they give me something to do. Or not. Whee. Only 2 more hours to drop all balls. Except mine. I like my balls where they are.
7 comments:
don't worry dude. you're just an intern. :)
fu, already a low paying intern with nothing to do already hehehe
eh. when you free? mari keluar minum.
Sounds like a whole lot of fun already. Corporate workplaces where nobody knows what everyone is doing are like half-days: you only effectively work that much really. ;)
JUST an intern, cybe? no lah, it's driving me insane, this unfun, inefficient use of time. blah.
i'm free all evenings. work will never take up so much of my time that i'll forget about drinking tea, pokx. asal ko yang pandu asal itu jalan.
gah. time i could use playing neverwinter nights, lou.
how ironic, im here - cant wait 2 graduate n get a proper job; n ur there - kinda like da opposite... hahaha... =P
Welcome to my, er, world.
Make a loud noise and everyone will start prairie-dogging.
Look that up on wikipedia, it's a real word. :)
Dammit! A jobless intern! Go fetch us some coffee :)
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