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Working out life at work

Dear Reader,

Now, I know what you’re about to say: but Maxine, you don’t have anymore readers – the last time you updated was years ago (and also, you use too many pretentious punctuations)!

Well, I’m feeling fancy tonight and ergo I shall use punctuations to my heart’s content!

Point is, I’ve started working full-time in my hometown. I was a little apprehensive about this whole “moving-back-to-a-small-town” thing, but once I started work, I warmed up to the idea. Work has been good, my colleagues have been welcoming and I’m not overworked or worse, underworked. It’s going surprisingly swell that I’m afraid I might pull a classic socially awkward move and be sent packing. It’s something that has been pecking at the back of my mind each day, as I fumble over a question or miss out on a detail.

While I’m at it, here are some tips for appropriate behaviour at work:

– don’t panic whenever someone speaks to you in a language that you’re entirely not fluent at. Try your best to meet in the middle. Whenever this happens, I forget that I’ve graduated from a world-class university and transform into a blubbering mess of incoherence instead. 

– whenever someone calls, let  them say goodbye and hang up before you do. 

– you won’t always know the answers and of course, no one should expect you to. But always offer to assist instead of sounding like a broken record muttering “I don’t know”.

– TAKE YO TIME. You might be feeling like you’re not doing something quick enough, or that you’re spending too much time mulling over something, or being afraid that you’re just wasting the other person’s time. You are there for a reason – you’ve been invited to assist, so own your space and take ownership of that time. 

Each day, I reflect on all the things I could’ve done better and the things I shouldn’t have said or done. Is this how the rest of my life is going to be?

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I don’t a reason to return to my own blog, dammit.

That’s right. I’ve been gone for a while now, but who’s going to question me, huh?

Now that we’ve established that line of defensive badassery, let’s get to the reason why I’m back…

I went through my old blog earlier this evening, and I must admit, it’s all rather cringeworthy but mildly entertaining, to say the least. But that’s not the point — the point is, reading my old blog again came with a deluge of nostalgia and a reminded me of what I wanted to do in life, who I wanted to become… I didn’t get teary reading it or anything, but it was a rather fond experience.

So. I’m going to continue blogging about whatever that picks my fancy, no matter how mundane it may be for you to read, because I realise I’ve been over-thinking this blogging thing way too much. As women responding to condesending mansplaining would say: I’m doing this for me, not you.

Current status: having my head smacked over by my Civil Procedure books and Blackstones.


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The Prodigal Blogger

“Can I have a double cheeseburger, fries and an apology with that?”

That said, an apology is probably in order. It seems that whatever blog I manage would suffer from seemingly long spells of hiatus. I was up to the neck with exam preparations, indulged in my folly of a Eurotrip, set up my new flat, estivated in a research project and flown halfway across the world back home to start my office internship. Needless to say, I have been battered to the point that I may be disguised on a plate of fish and chips.

I am now sat in front of my ThinkPad, my vision swimming before me. My eyes have been trailing word after word all morning, and my new spectacles still require getting used to. Dark circles probably lurk beneath my eyes from the lack of everything a holiday should purposefully be.

I’ll think of something more significant to blog about soon.


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And we shall begin!

I have long wanted to return to blogging. I knew that if I did, all efforts must be in a more mature capacity than my previous follies. This blog was originally conceived as an alternative outlet for any creative juices as opposed to social media sites. Hopefully, with enough commitment and  zeal, this shall culminate into a serious journalistic project.

I will be covering things that personally matter to me, or whatever topics I find an undeniable need to rant about. This may or may not include a lyrical analysis of One Direction songs. You have been warned.