Denial
- is in his mid 20's - is a taurus male(all you perverts can leave now) - always craves for good music - will never put up naked pictures of himself here(all you perverts who are still here can finally get lost now) - will realise his dream of travelling around the world - will own properties and one of which is a resort by a beautiful beach - hopes to strike 1st division lottery someday so that he can bum professionally - is currently brain dead and will continue some other timeThursday, November 11, 2004
Current track: Erasure - Don't say your love is killing me
Current mood: Sane
I'm employed! Other than some of you whom already knew, it's some Fortune 500 company at Shenton Way and that means it's friggin' formal wear all over again. *curses*
The interview was somewhat intimidating, yet surreal. I swear my direct superior, Patrick, sounds like Agent Smith. After he introduced himself upon first encounter, I was half-expecting him to greet me "Mister Anderson...". Two other people were in the same room, apparently his underlings which I couldn't think of any logical reason for their presence other than to maybe, assist him in seeking out and destroying me, Morpheus and the rest of the crew.
Was nervous at first till after a few questions later, he told me to take this like a normal conversation instead. He then tried to loose the tension with some really dumbass comments which I interpreted them as trying to joke, which obviously failing at it miserably. After his third attempt, I stared at the underlings, stunned, and then I looked around to see if I was on some hidden camera show.
After the rigmarole of the interrogation(You have to agree with me that most of it, if not all), he gave his basic lowdown on his expectations and a brief general insight into the company and such. He then asked me "Do you have any expectations?" Believe it or not, this is the first time I’ve ever been asked this question. I handled the interview pretty well by my standards so far and for that moment I got stuck there, like some obese sonovabeech at the mouth of the Black Hole waterslide at Fantasy Island.(Btw, does that theme park still exist?)
At the end of it all, he complimented me for my frankness and was pretty impressed too. In spite of knowing that it's gonna be waking up as early as 7 am everyday, I left the room beaming, also insisting to him that my name is Neo.
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