Today we were having drinks after work, when my intern mentioned that I’m teaching him how to write emails (it’s an ongoing joke of ours), to which one of the consultants responded that she thought I am and have always been a really good writer. I was pretty damn happy to hear that because she’s someone I respect immensely, and it’s probably the first time she’s directly complimented me on something specific (and because I’m still an 8 year old at heart I love compliments =p)
I do think that I’m a lot more anal than most people when it comes to writing, even if it’s just a short email and even though I know that most of my emails are glossed over, if read at all. I just can’t let it pass until I’m satisfied with the way the whole thing sounds. That’s also why I get so lazy about updating my journal sometimes, because it’s so much effort to reread and rephrase stuff (although I’ve been trying hard to kick the habit of analness so that I’ll write more often). Anyway, I think a lot of it has to do with all this blogging over the last 10+ years, inconsistent as it has been. Who would have thought that such a whimsical half-hobby would actually have some business value?
Sometimes I think that I would have been a decent writer, except that I have 0 imagination. It’s not like I haven’t tried to write before. I just fail miserably because I have no original ideas. It’s sad. The fact that I’m not a creative person is something I’ve come to terms with a long time ago, but it’s still sad.
So I went back and read some of my old journal entries, from back when I was in college. Gawd what an emo pile I was. I guess you really outgrow it. These days I just get stressed out, but I’m never really melancholy or angsty or upset about nothing specific. I sorta miss it. Sniff.
In other news, the reason we were having drinks after work today was that the practice leader found out I’d pass my exam and decided to hold an impromptu happy hour. I think most people were more excited when I told them I’d pass, than I was when I found out about it. After weeks of checking my email a few times a day, all I could think of when I saw the results was Final Effin Ly. Oh well. I’m sure the moment when I get to append the letters A-S-A to my name will be absolutely awesome.
I’m attending a baby shower this weekend. I’ve never been to one before. What the heck do people do at baby showers? Apparently you’re supposed to shower the prospective mother with presents, but we shared a group gift so I’m not sure how long we can extend the showering.
I got my Les Miserables soundtrack (10th anniversary concert version) today. I wanted one for years after I saw the musical in 1996 but could never afford it, and last weekend I finally decided to do it. Les Mis is one of those things that I think had a significant impact on my perspective. Not sure why since I can’t exactly identify with rebel French students and street urchins, but I liked Eponine’s character so much that I told myself I’d never be depressed, because her life sucked and she still managed to be all positive. Seriously, of all things to get that kinda inspiration from, but whatever works I guess.
I’m starting to babble. These days my brain switches off the moment I don’t have to do work, regardless of what time it is.
I’ve conclusively decided that Christian Bale is my TV boyfriend. I never had a singular favourite until now. But I’ve thought he was super cute ever since I saw him in Empire of the Sun (even though he was only 13 in that movie!!), and he sealed the deal when he got cast as my favourite superhero. Now I have to go Netflix all his movies so that I can qualify as a True Fan!
