Rendezvous
19 January 07 : 12.09 PM
I am in the pantry, right after lunch. My manager just asked me to go over to the headhunting firm to introduce myself to the Australian guy we just met in the lift. Something about them needing an office space. I'm cold to death without my shawl, and my bun is loosening so I need to tie my hair again.
There's something nice about such an environment. I figured if I stopped working here, I wouldn't have the motivation to pursue this line on my own. Something about smooth empty tables, receptionists who brush their teeth in the toilet every few hours and casual fridays that I'm not privileged enough to have.
Will talk more about my job soon.