Office Space

Most of my colleagues don’t get me. They don’t get why I spend $5 on fresh flowers for my desk every Monday, when I could have plastic ones forever. Or why I spend $5 on my Starbucks latte everyday when there is free vending-machine coffee in office. That is okay. I don’t expect them to. I am the youngest in the team, and in many ways, very different from most of them. I can see that my story of a single-girl-living-alone-in-the-city amuses them. Stopped amusing me a long time back. I don’t think there is any other way possible for me to live this life. I filled in for my boss last week, for a one-on-one meeting with a real bigwig. Everyone around thinks it is a big deal. I will be honest; I did make a big deal about it that day. Because I was a teeny weeny bit nervous. But that’s about all. I think you get the idea. I am a little bit of an oddball in my team. In a good way. In an odd way, nonetheless.

But you cant spend 12 hours a day in office and not have buddies at work. So I have what I call ‘work friends’. Friends I’ve made at the workplace, but not necessarily my immediate colleagues. Which is all good. We have different teams and different work and very little conflict of interest. Sadly, work-friends have started leaving the bank, or moving outside Singapore. I miss them. I miss having regular lunch company, and collective bitching sessions. I miss sneaking out for breakfast, and having a drink after work. They say life changes very quickly, you have to move on. Roobish. For now, I refuse!