Silk Kimono Blazer: Zara | White Silk Ruffled Top, Studded Heels: H&M | Light Pink Pants: Marks & Spencer | Bag: YSL | Rosary Necklace: New Look | Bangle: Hermes | Watch: Charriol
I love the idea of being a working girl. I like waking up everyday knowing I have something important to do. I like having a schedule, I enjoy doing something that impacts society, and I love having obligatory goals. Working gives my life direction and a sense of meaning. Yes, there are times when I’d whine and complain about having to deal with irate clients, waking up early, being on-call 24/7, and driving through traffic, but who doesn’t?
The best thing about having a profession is that it gives me a sense of independence and self-sufficiency.
Independent because it gives me a wider range of roles to fulfill and another dimension as a person. It allows me to learn how to interact with people, and to understand a variety of industries. Mostly because working allows me to obtain a different set of values not readily available to everyone, ones that strengthen my character and inner resolve.
It also makes me self-sufficient of course–and not just monetarily. Granted, I can never discount the fact that it was through work that I understood the value of money but then again, it’s not rocket science… it’s a pretty simple formula: you work hard so you earn more and thus, you value what you have and you get what you deserve. As a child, I would throw tantrums if my dad failed to buy me all that my heart desired (life-size play house, notwithstanding)–I had pretty things, things that I didn’t work hard for, and I had to learn to break out of that mindset. Now, instead of throwing tantrums when I want something, I focus most of my energy to finding means to attain what I want. Because of this, I’ve learned not to constantly rely on anyone to succeed.
That said, Working is a many splendored thing. It’s not for everyone though. To each his own! So here’s to four years of being employed, and gradually growing into my profession. My dad gave me six months before he was going to allow me off to Central St. Martin’s to study Fashion (my initial plan since I was 18) but obviously, Fate had something better in store for me.
Here is a photo set of my Monday outfit. Mondays are critical for me–attire is strictly business casual as we have an inter-departmental meeting in the mornings to report on our progress and percentage accomplishment of our sales quota. This was my outfit (and if you missed it, here’s a blog post hosting my tips on being business chic):