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Stepping into the office, my mood went from being annoyed that I had to wake up at 5:30 am, to apprehensive about not knowing what to expect later on that day. It was still too early for anyone in their right mind to arrive at work. I approached the security guard and asked the obvious, “Menara Millenium?” Giving me a quick look, they handed me a visitor’s pass and said, “Reception belum buka lagi, tunggu sinilah”. Not wanting to be in a position where I had to make awkward conversations with the security guards, I went to the toilet instead.
It was my (sadly) second internship for this month. When I got the acceptance letter from EY (one day too late), I handed in the resignation letter in HLG S. It might be a wrong move, I might learn much more there, have better lunch and most importantly, NOT WAKE UP AT 5:30am everyday, but well… it’s EY.
EY was… depressing. As I enter the tax department on level 21, I couldn’t help but wonder, how am I going to survive for 8 weeks here? Oh, and forget working here fulltime. Have you seen a production line in factories? EY is somewhat like that. Rows after rows of cubicles rammed against one another, each enclosing a lifeless looking soul. I was lucky to be seated right at the corner, next to the window. At least I, like all those facing the windows, can see our route of escape, 21 floors down if desperation arises.
One week into my vacation trainee life in EY, I began to get used to dragging myself out of bed and into my workstation. Much to my dismay, the typical Monday blues, Friday’s relief that the week’s over, and the over-excitement about one miserable public holiday got to the better of me. As much as I didn’t want to, I have to admit that this might (WILL) be my life for the next thirty years, FORTY if I am unlucky. Climbing up the corporate ladder has never been my goal, nor is it something I can imagine myself doing with a smile plastered on my face. Struggling to figure out something that I wouldn’t mind doing and yet get paid, I couldn’t help but wonder, how many people actually (forget like) are content with their job?
No, stop. Stop. Thank God it’s Friday and I would better enjoy it before it’s gone away too quickly, again.
It was my (sadly) second internship for this month. When I got the acceptance letter from EY (one day too late), I handed in the resignation letter in HLG S. It might be a wrong move, I might learn much more there, have better lunch and most importantly, NOT WAKE UP AT 5:30am everyday, but well… it’s EY.
EY was… depressing. As I enter the tax department on level 21, I couldn’t help but wonder, how am I going to survive for 8 weeks here? Oh, and forget working here fulltime. Have you seen a production line in factories? EY is somewhat like that. Rows after rows of cubicles rammed against one another, each enclosing a lifeless looking soul. I was lucky to be seated right at the corner, next to the window. At least I, like all those facing the windows, can see our route of escape, 21 floors down if desperation arises.
One week into my vacation trainee life in EY, I began to get used to dragging myself out of bed and into my workstation. Much to my dismay, the typical Monday blues, Friday’s relief that the week’s over, and the over-excitement about one miserable public holiday got to the better of me. As much as I didn’t want to, I have to admit that this might (WILL) be my life for the next thirty years, FORTY if I am unlucky. Climbing up the corporate ladder has never been my goal, nor is it something I can imagine myself doing with a smile plastered on my face. Struggling to figure out something that I wouldn’t mind doing and yet get paid, I couldn’t help but wonder, how many people actually (forget like) are content with their job?
No, stop. Stop. Thank God it’s Friday and I would better enjoy it before it’s gone away too quickly, again.
