I Get Knocked Down

It's been a month. Give or take a few days. I've been freaking out. But that's normal I guess. It's been four years since I've actually had an honest-to-goodness job with a dress code and a specific time to come in every the morning and the boss asking if I am on a half day if I decide to leave at six. (Malaysian companies are mad and Malaysian employees may as well have sleeping bags in their respecitve offices)

There's a cute consultant in the office I like to ogle at in the breaks between frenzied activity but the nature of consultants is that they are transient, nomads, born to wander. Ah me.

I've just sent out a million (it feels like) invitations to various press for my first press conference which is to take place on Monday. I'm supposed to emcee the thing. How on god's green earth am I supposed to do that? I am neither sober nor respectable. Give me a mike and I turn on the histrionics.

I was coaching my boss on how to deliver his speech, making him pause frequently, asking him to smile at the audience at this part, say this in a snide tone, etc, etc. Finally, fed up, he asked me how I would deliver the same speech. I launched into an impassioned oratory worthy of Mark Anthony and he shook his head:

"I've got an idea, why don't you deliver the speech and I just sit back and listen."

No can do boss-man. You're important. I'm just part of the furniture. The less people notice me the better. (OK it's a little difficult not to notice me at the moment. I mean if you came across me you'd take about a week to walk around to avoid me, but still...)

I've gotten drunk with colleagues all of once. It was fun. I had two glasses of wine and one of port on an empty stomach. Probably not the smartest thing in the world.

I may have said this before, but I'll say it again. They're very nice and easy to work with.

I get knocked down, but I get up again, you never gonna keep me down.