The dilemma of a tiny analyst

Okay, so I've finally started work. The last 2 jobs I held before, truthfully speaking, were less than ideal. The first one too far and too much office politics going on, amongst other more pressing issues. The second could not contribute to my career goals.

For now at least, I'm quite happy with my job. I struggled the first week - for the first time in my spoilt little life, I had to use the Alarm function in my cellphone. I'm still not very good with directions or public transport, so for almost every single day that week, I was either late or too early. My feet were blistered from wearing heels all day. My body ached from lugging the laptop around.

After the initial shock, I settled into a comfortable routine. Wearing flats to work, before switching to my 4 inch heels. Leaving the laptop locked in the office. Giving myself at least 20 minutes to stroll to the train station. My colleagues have been awesome too. Non of that bitchy, gossipy, competitive nonsense I've had to put up with before. They're incredibly supportive and professional.

My one and only issue at the moment, is the fact that as a professional, I'm required to wear suits. Thankfully, shirts aren't necessary (how I loath ironing). But here comes the double whammy - inexpensive suits either look cheap or come in sizes too large for me; the ones that do fit, cost $500-600 a pop.

On my meagre (though adequate) salary, neither is an option.

I am so envious of this girl here. Why can't we have reasonably priced, mass produced, well made office clothing here too?

Thankfully, I was reminded about the existence of G2000 by an equally petite colleague. Unfortunately, this only occurred a day after this phone call from Hong Kong.

KG: Do you want anything from here?

Jan: No, thanks! Have a safe flight tomorrow.

SIGH.

So now I'm relying on BE's impeccable fashion sense to guide me through. (Most girls would run to their mothers for this sort of thing. Not me. My mother always buys everything in L for me, in some misguided optimism that I'm still growing.)

Yet another successful story of a Facebook initiated friendship. I is happy.