so it looks like my uncle came through for me and i have myself a little job at citibank. i have to go in two hours to meet the boss and settle stuff with HR and FIND OUT HOW MUCH I'M GETTING PAID!

the office is at Macdonald House, the same place my daddy had his first job when he landed up in Singapore about 25 years ago. well, his first job in Singapore. how cool is that?

my brother is plain evil. my mother was discussing how i'd have to stop with the waking-up-at-noon business, and my maid was saying that if the boss told me i'm going to have to turn up at work at 7am i'd probably decline the job. i fully agreed, much to my mother's chagrin. i told her "don't you want me to be healthy and well-slept?!" she says "no i want you to get a JOB."

and my brother says "she wants you to be wealthy and hell-slept."
hurhurhur.

now i should go and find myself something to wear. i can't believe i have only two hours to put together a suitable first-work-meeting outfit.