So we got free tickets to Pirates. The show's good, Simon and I spotted and bitched about many "celebrity" bloggers who were present, met up with some people we know from the same industry... but somehow it just wasn't enjoyable.
Why #1? Aggy got the shits. She left halfway through the show and didn't return after 15 minutes. Nobody else seemed too concerned so my maternal instincts kicked in and convinced myself that she's fainted in the loo. However much I hate to be interrupted during a movie, I got up and fumbled all the way up to the back to the cinema (nevermind we're seated third row from the front) and shouted her name in the loo. No reply. Many occupied cubicles though. Ah dammit. Should I kick down the doors? Knock first? How?! Then I positioned myself as the imaginary poo-ing person in the cubicle. Wah, very malufying to be knocked on...
So anyway... >>fast forward>> I decided to take a walk outside to see if she's there, or ask the guard if he's seen her... when she came up the escalator, from the mall. Hmmm. Apparently she christened the loo on every floor of the mall with her... condition!
I think Why #2 is far worse. Being an event for ad agencies to get together, it's only courteous to mingle around (read: ogle at other agencies' sizzling hot scantily clad AEs) a bit and horror upon horror, people started asking for our namecards! Good Lord is that legal? The act of exchanging namecards surely cannot be proper and polite? How can it be, when the employees of our company don't even get one after working for 3 years? Certainly our bosses won't do this to us! Well, Aggy, Yap and I have just been with the agency for a year... our presence is barely felt, like disposable underwear. Why couldn't people just leave us alone to wallow in our gloominess without rubbing salt to the wound? I bet Roy feels even worse, being with the company for 3 years now and not being acknowledged as an employee even.
This sucks. Oh well... ONE MORE WEEK!
Why #1? Aggy got the shits. She left halfway through the show and didn't return after 15 minutes. Nobody else seemed too concerned so my maternal instincts kicked in and convinced myself that she's fainted in the loo. However much I hate to be interrupted during a movie, I got up and fumbled all the way up to the back to the cinema (nevermind we're seated third row from the front) and shouted her name in the loo. No reply. Many occupied cubicles though. Ah dammit. Should I kick down the doors? Knock first? How?! Then I positioned myself as the imaginary poo-ing person in the cubicle. Wah, very malufying to be knocked on...
So anyway... >>fast forward>> I decided to take a walk outside to see if she's there, or ask the guard if he's seen her... when she came up the escalator, from the mall. Hmmm. Apparently she christened the loo on every floor of the mall with her... condition!
I think Why #2 is far worse. Being an event for ad agencies to get together, it's only courteous to mingle around (read: ogle at other agencies' sizzling hot scantily clad AEs) a bit and horror upon horror, people started asking for our namecards! Good Lord is that legal? The act of exchanging namecards surely cannot be proper and polite? How can it be, when the employees of our company don't even get one after working for 3 years? Certainly our bosses won't do this to us! Well, Aggy, Yap and I have just been with the agency for a year... our presence is barely felt, like disposable underwear. Why couldn't people just leave us alone to wallow in our gloominess without rubbing salt to the wound? I bet Roy feels even worse, being with the company for 3 years now and not being acknowledged as an employee even.
This sucks. Oh well... ONE MORE WEEK!
Thank goodness Inmagine gave us good goodie bags. Hurrah!
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