The office.

I liked the office the moment I got to the front door. The creamy yellow door is framed with a read wall, and the logo of the company, a toothy smile, is affixed high to the left of the door. 

I walked 15 minutes to get to the office and up three flights of stairs, so I am panting and sweating. Classy. After a few seconds' rest, I ring the doorbell. 

A man in sunglasses, about 40, answered the door. I thought nothing of it but as he sat down he apologised and explained that he had an eye infection. He introduces himself but does not say what he does. I later learn he is the office boy. 

I tell him I'm going to take photos of the office for my mother (why I thought I had to lie I don't know) and proceeded to snap pictures around the office. 

The walls are boldly coloured red and yellow (my favourite colours!) the deco had a mix of Balinese and Chinese influence. It made the place friendly and energetic and I like it!

Here's a peek into my office!

Blurred because I thought someone was coming in from the door behind me. 

Every morning begins with reading a pile of papers! I was really quite happy to have avoided reading the dailies for quite a few years now, choosing independent online news over government-approved ditties, but hey, you gotta make some sacrifices.

It's day 8 at the office for me. It's all pretty relaxed for me, which I'm not used to. Where's the baptism of fire I usually get in week one of a new job? I've been told to enjoy the quiet, because there will be days that will be overwhelming. I await in sweet anticipation.