‘MAS’ is a thriller…

Feeling darn sianz now… having my late lunch and blogging in a Mac near my house.

Juz finished my interview at MAS (Monetary Authority of Singapore) and it wasn’t gd at all. I guessed I’d screwed it, oh well… (Luckily there’s a mini park in Tanjong Pagar to ‘destressed’ first and my iPod. Music heals…)

Started becos of one security guard, argh! Lousy service. Was required to exchange my IC for the pass to enter the building but the guard wasn’t helpful at all. Took so long to change it and I was late as a result. Anyway MAS building itself is machiam
like a fortress, felt so suffocated. The facade already looked so daunting for a start. Everywhere is so silent and the people there is so ‘cold’. Even the lift required you to scan the pass to get to the desired floor. For once I felt like I’m imprisoned, everything seem like a page out of a thriller novel.

Next is the interview room. Initially I tot it was just a one to one interview but who knows, it was a panel of ‘judges’. I felt like I’m in front of a firing squad. There were 4 person interviewing me. I find it a bit ridiculous la, I’m just there for a position of a finance assistant but the whole setup is like I’m applying for the post of a manager or director. (As I was typing away, I heard a small kid scold ‘fark’ you la, so funny, haha, Kids nowadays are so vulgar). I think this is the first interview that I needa face so many ‘judges’. The last time at most I only needa faced 2 person and it was UOB. I screwed that as well. Probably I hadnt got used to speaking in front of so many people. The irony was that I dun felt that nervous singing in front of people. I believe it’s more of preparation as well, didnt prepare well for the interview since it’s so last minute. (I suddenly felt like I’m back to secondary school days, sitting in a Mac and surrounded by students. There were the usual CHIJ gals, SJI boys etc…)

Yesterday I was so happy when MAS called me for the interview, saying that I was shortlisted, a little last minute though. I was like thinking, wow, to be able to work in MAS is only for the ‘privileged’ few. Unfortunately the selection was just as ’strict’. I told myself that I must get in no matter what but the elements weren’t on my side. I brought out my best working attire, hoping that it would leave a good impression but to no avail. Anyway it’s over so no point crying over ’spilled’ milk. Although they will only let me know the outcome in a week’s time, I already roughly know what’s the answer unless a miracle happened.

Sometimes I juz hate to rant so much on my blog, made myself seem so vulnerable and ‘weak’ but it’s my only avenue to spell out everything in my heart. It’s my so-called cave where ancient man resides. People say that real man shed blood instead of tears but I beg to differ. Real man do cry and that’s what really makes them a ‘complete’ human being with emotions. A man without feeling is as good as a dead corpse.

An hour more to go before my dental appt. Shall stop here.

~ by livingthedream on January 23, 2007.