One can imagine what I've been doing for the past five months at my previous job.
I've officially started at my new job this monday and my first week at it seemed to zoom faster than a flash. All because every single second of my time was duly accounted for. Ignoring the fact that I am new to the industry and was prepared for information overload to learn as much as quickly as I can about this new industry, I was rather disturbed about a comment from an ex-colleague whom I met after work just now to take the train ride home together.
After getting past the first 10 minutes of excitement of seeing one another after one long week, yes we kinda missed each other, she took a step back and said I looked different. I said no, my hair didn't grew longer. She insisted there is and forced me to freeze as she scrutinised my facial feature. The conclusion? That I've aged. Oh my my my. How can I accept that? While I admit this whole week has been rather tiring, including standing on heels for two full days at a roadshow, it can't be so bad that one could tell the difference over a period of 7 days. Rather hurtful. Very harsh in fact. So much for wanting to work hard and challenge myself.
