Soo tired and sleepy. So instead of doing the lots of work that I should be doing I am writing this – after catching up on my daily round of blog reading which I always try to postpone to after lunch since I’m to lazy to work in what is called siesta time where I come from – or where my parents or rather grandparents come from because I staunchly come from Bombay (although I don’t speak Hindi or Marathi – so there!).
The reason I am so sleepy and tired is threefold:
1) On Tuesday night went to banking cocktail party. Has been a long time since the last one and this one was entirely pointless – to meet the head of corporate communications (Really, does that require a whole cocktail party in a swanky bar. Ok, it is a sign of smug marriedom that I am turning my nose up free booze but really I would rather just sleep. Sidebar – I think this is the defining thing that differentiates the singletons from the smug marries. The singletons love to drink mid-week and hence free mid-week booze is a bonus. Smug marrieds, because of the dual income and the ever-present company, just want to go home and sit on couch. It’s nothing to do with age – there was this 50-year-old guy from our office who enthusiastically came to this thing that I am scorning). Anyway when we go there, who do I see but person from rival finance mag who is in the process of trying to hire me and guy who offered me a job and then hit on me slightly (and continues to) and I did not get job anyway.
However, because I find these parties so lame I ended up talking to the latter guy. Who – such cheek! – continued to try to tempt me with lure of the job. Hahaha so amusing. And then said something to me about how I should focus my writing and I pointed out that since they hired someone who didn’t have a clue and flew her blonde locks down from London, I don’t see how it mattered. He gaped like a goldfish before recovering. Then I proceeded to say I thought banking was immoral. Kind of doomed my chances I would think.
I am also amazed by PR people. They manage to seem so real, friendly and warm to the right people but they might actually be bitches. How do they do it? How do they turn it off and on? This woman we were there to meet was charmingly conversing with us about random stuff like her room at the Mandarin and then suddenly (I think she was a bit drunk which was why she slipped up and did this in front of us), she just puts her hand up and snaps her fingers at another colleague, summoning her like a waiter. It was weird.
Rode the bus back with boss. This man is cheap and calls it being leftist. But our conversation on the bus was sweet and I feel sad to be leaving him. Trying to, I mean.
2) On Wednesday, because all the freelancers seem to not want to write anything, I landed up going to the Hong Kong Aerospace Exhibition. So much for focussing my writing. But I actually like writing these kinds of stories.
Sitting in the airport express and watching the faces of tourists around me as they watched the cityscape change into seascape, I was touched by how beautiful Hong Kong is. If only I could get over Bombay and live in the moment.
When I got to the exhibition, they bloody almost didn’t let me in because I wasn’t alrady accredited. But I have discovered that the key is to just stand there looking mulish and finally they just tire of you and let you in.
The sad thing was that all the stuff on display was lost on me. I have got over my enjoyment of flying though when the wheels touch the ground and you feel the full force of the wonder of that heavy beast actually being airborne exactly when it isn’t, I feel a sense of awe every time. But the point is – I didn’t even bother to go and see the A380 on display or any of the other planes. I just rushed about trying to get interviews and not piss off people whose media briefings I had missed because we had not actually planned to cover this.
But I interviewed some of the major players having done no research – and managed not to sound too ignorant. I think. I just told them upfront I clueless. Most of the people I interviewed were nice – the Chinese were absolutely impossible to talk to. Why on earth do they not employ a single person who can speak English?
There was an organized media area with round-the-clock food and internet access. So coolio. So I could go there and do research for a couple of the interviews and even print out stuff. The wonders of technology. And organized event planners.
There were a whole crew of journos who do this on a regular basis. I met a couple from India. It’s so nice to meet people who actually recognize the names of the papers you worked in in India. What a life – these guys just travel around to exhibtions and file a couple of stories. Apparently, the salaries for senior journos in India are much better also.
3) Some friends had invited us over to dinner. So horrible – we really need to invite people over. And I was horrified to see that one of the Indian couples who had invited us over but who we had never seen after that was there. Apparently, the people we introduced to them and they had kept in touch but we hadn’t. That pretty much makes us awful people. But the thing is that while I liked this couple, the rest of their friends were unbearable.
But as I was telling V later, I didn’t mind these people and if they (without their whole gang) invited us out we would go but I didn’t like them enough to bother to pursue meeting up with them. Which sadly is the case with most people in HK. I think the two close friends I have in office are more my kind of poeple but they are single and lead singleton lives.
Anyway, I am tres fatiguee now. But I am going to work. Yes.