The irony of it
Last Sunday, as I made my way into the music school, I saw a notice pasted on its front door. They were looking for an admin person. I daydreamed about being that person as I stood at the corridor waiting for my lesson to start. I stared ahead at the portrait of this pianist who looked a bit like Einstein with the funny hair and then I thought about being in Toa Payoh the entire week, working weekends and doing that admin job day in, day out. It jolted me out of my daydream because I realised I would hate something so mundane. I go on to think about the at leasts. At least I have a bunch of great people at work whom I can share my ups and downs with. At least I am a better person. At least I don't have to deal with office politics. At least the job is stable. Da~da~di~da~
It is funny because I always thought that I would rather have a brainless job that doesn't pay too well where I can just live life without stress. It is funny because just a couple of weeks ago when I had a break, I was furiously looking out for a job because I thought I couldn't take it anymore.
I think it was the break. The thing about a slightly longer break is that time slows down and I realise how normal my life can be outside the workplace. I realise that I can be happy and not get the sick feeling when I think about the shitload of work. It always pushes me to think about submitting resumes and I always get a headache when I try to find openings. I always end up looking at the same few industries and I always come to the same conclusion that time is not ripe yet.
Argh.
Last Saturday, I was feeling very bored at home and wanted to just go out for a breather. Got WW to go out for dinner last minute and we spent some time at Fish and Co talking about his graduating, us having a mental age of 22 and 20 (myself and him respectively, ha!), relationships (my sis's relationship, K not wanting a girlfriend, difference in qualifications, age gap, maturity level etc.) and others (some blog of a girl from our secondary school). WW finally is graduating after years of worrying. Yay. Hope you manage to find a girlfriend soon. Wohoo!
I visited nanny last Sunday. Nanny should be 70 plus years old. She made a lot a lot a lot a lot of bazangs. Think 100+. I got 10 to bring home and ate two over at her place. We chatted for a couple of hours, just both of us. I used broken dialect and occasionally a little Mandarin (I think she's the only one who can understand me). I don't know if I suddenly became a little cleverer or something but I managed to understand quite a lot of what she said. Haha. I asked her if I should cut my hair and she said she likes the length. Or when I asked her if I have grown fatter, she said I've become fairer and looks a bit better. And when I said that work is tough, she just said that "I know". Then when we messed about in the kitchen looking at her pots and pans, she suddenly said that "Hey, we three (nanny, her daughter and I) can have steamboat some time. Just let me know when you come. I have some good stuff we can eat!" Her eyes twinkled as she said those words and I promised that I would go sometime soon.
I love my nanny 'cos she loves me. =) If only I manage to find anyone suitable, I would love to have him meet her 'cos she's very, very dear to me.
One thought that ran through my mind was that probably, I wouldn't get a chance to do that.
