I could've given birth to a baby in all this time that I haven't blogged.

In these 9 months I've

1. been working at House
2. Finished a year (and a month) at House
3. Obtained a dream job at a marketing research firm called Acorn
4. Rebonded my hair
5. Have not cut it in these 9 months, not even a trim
6. Let my fringe grow out and will probably cut some sort of fringe before work starts
7. Gained weight. Fucking fantastic.

So. I got a new job. I'm psyched. Marketing Research is pretty much a dream job for me - it will NOT be easy, it will be tough, it will be gruelling, it will take long hours, I will have to come back some weekends (to conduct focus groups and whatnot).

HOWEVER.

I've wanted to do MR ever since I was in uni - I just thought that you need super excellent grades in order to work in an MR firm. Iska actually told me to try it out because he recently joined, and he prepped me that it was gonna be hella hard work... which Im totally prepared to do anyway. I've had a cushy job for a year, and I NEED to start working hard and challenging myself.

I'm so excited because MR is actually cerebrally (is there such a word? Oh, the irony) challenging job. It's mentally-provoking and that's what I love about it. Fuck you, Marketing. Fuck you, Advertising. Fuck you, all the world's jobs that think you actually use your brain but really don't.

I guess I'm just being smug. I haven't started the job yet so I suppose Iska and the Senior Researcher I'm attached to (her name is Elaine) can tell me what life in MR will be like but beyond the fact that I know it ain't gonna be easy, I have no idea what it'll truly be like until I start the job. Like, actually DOING the job, I mean.

One small thing that I am sorta dreading but which I feel I need to take the plunge is CORPORATE WEAR omg corporate wear like pants and proper shoes and no more casual comfortable clothing GOODBYE COMFORT AND JOY hello nasty heels everyday and stiff shirts sighhhhhhhhh.

All part of growing up, I suppose.

When I went for the interview and to sign my appointment letter, the girls there pretty much seemed to wear pants and shirts. Or at least pants. I saw ONE girl with a dress. Iska himself told me that the ladies there seem to favour pants. (He, himself, wears proper pants and cufflinks. But that's just boys- they don't have a choice. It's not like they have an alternative to pants and shirts.)

I suppose I'll see when I get there. There SHOULD be wiggle room for dresses at least.

My only issue is close-toed shoes. Gawd. I can NEVER EVER EVER EVER find a pair that fits, or that doesn't cut devil blisters into my archilles tendon. It's all very pretty, I can assure you.

Okay. Time for work. I have exactly 11 days to serve at House, I'll get 14 days break, and then I'll start work at Acorn.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!