We were let off work early and people attending the dinner may leave at 4.30pm.
If you didn’t know already, I go by the live-simple-to-hide-your-laziness policy. To put it plainly, I am actually quite sloppy when it comes to grooming, especially for work. You see, there seems to be absolutely no reason for me to mind my appearance when I go to work, since my office is hidden way inside, and we’re practically doing all the behind-the-scenes work. I don’t have to go out and meet clients, or talk to customers, the most I do is perhaps attend meetings where all the technical stuff are discussed and no one gives a sh*t about how you look. So yeah, I am ugly as I really am when I’m at work.
It’s been a while since I last did make up, and this fact has taken its toll on me since I can’t do it fast and good enough. I need to be ready within an hour, which I totally didn’t make it. I also had trouble getting my hair tied properly, plus the hairspray got stuck after being left idle for at least 3 months when I moved away from home.
The outcome, which managed to conceal a little bit of my ugliness.
Understandably, nobody has seen me dressed up like this before, besides one colleague who visited my church. Other female colleagues were all dolled up too, with their professionally set-and-sprayed hair with nice make up, everyone looked great.
Cute birthday (red) egg inside the egg-shaped container, and company’s 15th year anniversary pin badge.
The dinner went on with wonderful performances by live bands and dancers from Soju Room and M2 Club. Wonderful professional singers with soul-captivating voices, and sexy dances by dancers with beautifully sculpted bodies. We were not only feasting for our physical appetite, our eyes sure did get a great feast as well. Our group photos are all in my colleagues’ phones, I have no more photos to share.
The night’s still young when we were done with the dinner itself, as announced by our big boss, we were treated for free-flow of all liquors at Soju Room. I’m really not kidding with the “night’s still young” statement, the place was still pretty empty when we walked in, but quickly filled with the party crowd seeking to enjoy the beginning of the weekend.
I didn’t stay for long though, perhaps just a little longer than 30 minutes. I actually sprained my ankle few weeks ago and it has been hurting all along while I was wearing the 4-inch heels (refer first photo), the stupid things girls do just to look good. I know it’s not worth it, but I still fall prey to it somehow.
This is me before tying my hair for the evening, and after I came back and let my hair down.
I have transformed into a crazy person after an evening of at least 3 bottles of beers and a few shots of vodka. I was still very sober as my colleagues commented, they were keeping an eye on me throughout the evening out of concern, mainly because I am the youngest person in our department. Thanks peeps, I really appreciate that.
I wish my company (and my boss of course) the best in all its upcoming projects and that I will be able to contribute, in even the smallest ways, to its success in the future. Cheers.
Or perhaps I’m not as sober as I think, as I seem to be very much of a narcissist tonight.