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My first time in the office

I have two kinds of feelings as I stepped into this corporate office.

One is the kind of familiar yet one that I have not felt for almost eight years. The moment you step into the office, you can almost feel the pressure that's gonna be with you for the rest of the day until you call it a day. And knowing that someone very close and important to you will be waiting for you at home.  I have long abandoned that feeling, thank goodness for that!

Another one is a nicer feeling. Hey, I'm the wife of a senior personnel in this office.  But, thankfully I don't have to greet anyone so as not to conceal my slight anxiety. It's a non-working day. After all,this is my first time stepping into his office.  Well, the feeling that no one is calling the shot, except for him, as his wife, I do have this pride that beams in me.

Needless to say, I took the opportunity to scan through some stuff in his office. A quick one, else I would be 'accused' of prying on his privacy.  I snapped some pictures too, oh, who can live without snapping pictures nowadays, for whatever purpose ?

His is a big office, two and a half of my first office where I used to have a room.  Not wanting to let my mind linger in this 'boring' setting, I delayed not in taking out my laptop and proceed with blogging this and with my online course, apart from checking my mails and facebooking. Something so indispensable in this era!

Till I blog again!


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