I woke up this morning to a call from Shang Ri La Rasa Sentosa's HR department. After an initial, rushed "hello", there rained down a series of questions on my availability for an interview today (all of which ended with "not free" due to the DPP interview and other well-in-place plans) When I could finally put a foot in the conversation door, i enquired about the job scope. I just had a nagging suspicion that it wasn't what i was looking for and Elaine wasn't sure either when she recommended the job to me. The "Finance department" description tended to be a little... vague, but of course it had to turn out to be purely accounts not M&A, business analysis or even Management trainee.
So.. i swatted it away (politely of course) and spent the last half hour wading in the implications of my action.
It was obvious that they were desperate, perhaps due to the end of their workyear (15 months perhaps, it's already May; or maybe its a July-June FY) and the load's piled up so much so that you couldn't pass through the accounts department without needing a map, compass and scissors to get to the other side of the paper jungle. *shudder* Nevertheless, I could have taken advantage of this and inflated my wages a bit at the interview but i settled for personal task satisfaction ahead of short term monetary gain. Ain't no way i'm gonna be happy doing accounts man. But should i just have taken it for the sake of experience in an accounting background? oh well, i guess i'll wait for replies from those jobs i really want, if things get really bad and if too much time has passed, i guess i will include accounts as a possible job. Although a bit hesitantly, i must add.
In the meantime, I'm reading Arundhati Roy's The God of Small things.. I feel like a pea in a whirlpool, lost in her vivid and at times, suffocating descriptions of family life in Kerala, India. Make no bones about it, it's a great read, i just get a bit sucked in sometimes. My imagination lapping up the adjectives and adverbs and spewing my own twisted version of her narrative in my mind's eye. The result.. Kerala looks like my Kampung. My, my.. How the subconscious shapes perception.
Well... on to more important things...
So.. i swatted it away (politely of course) and spent the last half hour wading in the implications of my action.
It was obvious that they were desperate, perhaps due to the end of their workyear (15 months perhaps, it's already May; or maybe its a July-June FY) and the load's piled up so much so that you couldn't pass through the accounts department without needing a map, compass and scissors to get to the other side of the paper jungle. *shudder* Nevertheless, I could have taken advantage of this and inflated my wages a bit at the interview but i settled for personal task satisfaction ahead of short term monetary gain. Ain't no way i'm gonna be happy doing accounts man. But should i just have taken it for the sake of experience in an accounting background? oh well, i guess i'll wait for replies from those jobs i really want, if things get really bad and if too much time has passed, i guess i will include accounts as a possible job. Although a bit hesitantly, i must add.
In the meantime, I'm reading Arundhati Roy's The God of Small things.. I feel like a pea in a whirlpool, lost in her vivid and at times, suffocating descriptions of family life in Kerala, India. Make no bones about it, it's a great read, i just get a bit sucked in sometimes. My imagination lapping up the adjectives and adverbs and spewing my own twisted version of her narrative in my mind's eye. The result.. Kerala looks like my Kampung. My, my.. How the subconscious shapes perception.
Well... on to more important things...
24 days to WORLD CUP!
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