It's Me Versus The High Class Society

Hi.
It's been... three years?!?

Dang I must have been very busy enjoying life til I missed this blog.

Tonight I feel terrible. But then I remember I got you. So, hi.... it's me, again. Got some stories to post.

Back to November. I was nervous. yet terribly excited. It was my first day in this company - which is lately I called it Kingdom of Fake Faces, It's one of the biggest and most prestigious retail company in my country, I've known for so long, since I was working in one of lifestyle publications, and this company I work now was one of my biggest clients.

Doesn't take too long to realize, I'm fucked up.
I'm so fucked up around the environment and I know I won't fit in.
It's been 4 years being so comfortable working with my inner circle where you can be just yourself.
This company holds dozens of high end watched, jewelry, and fashion brands, so do the Marketing people are looking so goddamn luxurious.
that gets on my nerves already. you know, me. extravagant has never been my style. never been my choice.   And I can't afford that too, to be honest. The only person who has ever thought I was luxurious,was my mother in law, at the first time I met her. And I never know - until now, why the hell she thought I was glam! But then she realized that she was wrong, so wrong. lol.
Looking deeper from the appearance, This High Class Society are more complicated  on the inside. They never take anything easy.

Moving on. I know I'm not going to catch up the extravagant lifestyle cause I am here to earn money. But, hold on..... not that easy. Never easy to keep being you, in a different society. It's hard to get accepted, if you're not like them. They talk about me, make jokes on me, get annoyed by my bouncy fat movement, and laughed at me a lot. I never really care about it, I know I'm different. I look like little people while they compete to look like disney princess. Blah I hate disney princess (except little mermaid). But I know, they talk about each other behind. So complicated.

There's another one. I call it Miranda Priestly. she is the vice president. She really looks like the devil wears chanel (because Prada is not under this company). She is very smart, a real multi tasker professional, yet demonic and subjective.

Yesterday was my very first event. The team were not really active and helpful so I was overwhelmed. Anyway, I dressed like a princess yesterday. I borrow the dress from my friend. And again, they talked about it. I don't get it why do they love to judge a lot. When I dress like a peasant ( I dress casual actually, but since it's not branded, and because my body is a bit overweight so I look like peasant to them), they make jokes. When I dressed properly, they make jokes too.

After a long and stressful event, I woke up late the morning after. Friday, anyway, so fuck it. I'm back to myself, a peasant (to them). I didn't do my hair and didn't do make up, fuck it. And here comes the tragic scene. One of the public enemy is resigned. She bid a farewell dinner. I was invited so I go. I was quite surprised why people wore black dress and anything fancy. Like they always do. And then suddenly the devil wears chanel appeared. And she sat right in front of me. People started to kiss her ass. Talking sweet and flattering her. I look at my self. My messy pony tail. My oily face, and oh, I just recalled why they were rushing in putting lipstick on. My lips were pale. But the VP was nice, Until we took picture together. I looked like a pig, among the disney princesses. Maybe i was a princess too, princess fiona. and then i made the table messed up because I failed the table manner. That's quite stressful. And the VP started to stare at me with that intimidating look. I promise my self a glass of beer after this fucking dinner.

After a long walk, I couldn't get the beer. All cafe were full and the my phone battery low. I got home stifled and tried to tell the story to my husband, but ended up once again being cornered by his judgement to me as a lazy pig never put any effort to look proper.