Working Woman

I'm employed again. I'm supposed to get paid to write, and get bylines as well. It's back to the peasant life once again, but it is a nice feeling to be getting back into the grind. At least I know how much money I will get at the end of the month unless I seriously mess things up.

The new job changes things a little. No more whimsical trips to anywhere. Between 9 a.m. and 7 p.m. I'll be booked for most of the week. My hours are from 10 a.m. to 7 p.m. Even though cab rides to my new place of employment take an hour, it's much quicker to take an auto, and at a fraction of the can fare.

The canteen is a snazzy one. Food is cheap-ish, though it may not be exceptionally good. Actually, they were complaining about the bad-ness of the food. The chow mein and chilli chicken did win some appreciative nods though. That's good enough for me. When noodles are around, why should I need anything else?

Was followed by a mad man cum tramp for a while yesterday. I got quite a fright yesterday when I turned my head to look at something and saw this fellow almost breathing down my neck. Today my auto driver had his license confiscated for running a red light. (I don't think 'running' is the right word in this context.) Not quite an auspicious start to a job, but what to do.

I'm sleepy now. Blogging everyday is going to be tough from now onwards. Sigh.. resolutions, like rules, are meant to be broken.

PS: Very sleepy and suffering from computer eyes. Excuse the bad grammar and awkward sentence construction this time.