Taken from Meld offices
Ah~ Writers.
The room sounds with bursts of clacking keys, followed by otherwise moments of standstill silences. Boss is taking another swig of her coffee. I had just landed in Melbourne a few hours ago from Sydney. It had been a great holiday, I gained 3 kilos, and our return flight got cancelled. So instead of Tiger, we spent another $195 flying Qantas. Another cleared throat, jangling of the wrist, tapping of a foot, swivel of a chair.
I'm waiting for the nutritionist I rang earlier to get back to me, I left her a message. I'm still waiting on the Doctor so I can finish this piece.
On the other hand ...
Our trip was characterized by waiting, waiting for buses, waiting for food, waiting for the rain to stop, waiting for each other. The last one isn't that bad, I don't mind. But the rain was a killer, Jing says 'potong steam', he also says things like 'concuss' and 'tak bro', which I have recently picked up in the 5 days of hanging out.
Boss reads my article. I bite my nails on the inside. She points out a few things, but overall she likes it. Win!
We are all zany and quirky, and talk to the computer sometimes when firefox refuses to work, or something isn't loading. A flipped page of the newspaper. I can't wait to go home to 'concuss'. Next up: writing the weekly news round-up. Its like plagiarism, but not really. ;)
Feeling accomplished. You guys are reading my pieces and commenting when they come out. That way Boss will know I'm doing a good job with the traffic flow.
Thanks:)
much love.
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