Change

Ever since I got this job, I have not stepped into Graniph. Partly because the designs in recent months have not sparked any strong interest in me but mostly because I had to refrain from buying more tees, given my new work dress code.

That said, I succumbed to visiting the site for the first time in a long time, and I like this.

Considering how I do not really like to wear white, most of my Graniph tees are white (four out of six, if I'm not wrong). They just are nicer.

On a few occasions, I've recounted wistfully the days gone by and told people about how I miss spending my time in tees and sneakers. That's definitely the thing I miss most about the last job.

Several friends have asked about the new place - how I've settled in and how I'm liking it. I think it's safe to say that I've adapted not too shabbily and am getting along with the people rather nicely. Work-wise, it's what I've always been doing, just with more red-tape. I don't love it, I don't hate it. It's more a wait-and-see attitude. It's only been three weeks. I think there will be things I can learn here and if I don't sound particularly enthusiastic, it's only because I've never been the enthusiastic kind.

It's early days enough that I still find the difficulties and problems of the new place amusing and intriguing. And I've been here long enough to sense that every place has its ups and downs.

One thing's for sure though, and I want everyone to be as clear as I am about this. I do not regret leaving. While it may be fun for a while to feel like the smartest girl in school, it just gets weary after a while. Because you get taken for granted anyway.

And it doesn't help that management behaved like silly school children, keeping secrets and whispering spiteful, petty things behind your back.

Work has always been work to me. Bitching about it may be one entertaining facet but when it comes to things that could be improved upon and things that ought to be said, it should be professional.

As it was, at the end I was as good as in a dark room, not knowing how big it was nor how many entrances and exits there were. I was insulted by the patronising "promotion" and definitely pitiful "increment"and offended at having to work with stupid people and tired of having no goal in sight, no one to look up to, no aspirations to be had. Nothing.

I'm not an ambitious person but I guess I'm also not destined to be stuck in a comfort zone. So while the present colleagues may have some reservations about the environment and I may very well get to that point of jadedness someday, I'm still glad to say I made the right choice in choosing to up and go.

I mean, at the very least, the money's better.

So I think I might go get that tee.