I guess I can talk about the location in where I work. It's not too interesting on the surface, unless you're a closet clotheshorse like me. :)
First day is at the LegCo (short for Legislative Council, a historic government building in Central, Hong Kong). My first morning, I headed to my boss's (one of his) office, located in the upper floors of the Prince Building, which is across from the LegCo Building. I suddenly wished I had packed better work clothes.
My boss just told me to come to work in "whatever I like". Oh. Here's the quandary. I'll explain.
With pictures. One picture is worth a thousand words.
There. I've just written my longest post ever.
But here I come to the real commentary I'd like to share. It's really not commentary at all--just people watching, one of my favorite activities in a new environment.
For those politically adept, it doesn't take a press release to known how the situation on the ground involves a myriad of different faces, all pulled along in a current; seldom touching, always weaving, barely noticing watching each others' vastly diverse lifestyles.
Under the statue of the founder of the Hong Kong Standard Charter Bank (if I remember correctly), the cleaning lady contracted by the government sweeps up the ginko tree leaves from the cracks in the paved concrete. A dull small dustbin and red plastic broom are props to a game of "ninja"; she's formidable at attacking the debris when suited businessmen and eager tourists are not looking. A group of professionals similar to her lounge and picnic during lunch hours in the upper tier of the public park in Central, an artificial-looking, but leafy and enjoyable rock hill two steps behind the HSBC.
The HSBC monument and Citibank are almost like cathedrals, with other high rises towering above the central square. These brand names and corporate moguls are not just workplaces, nor industries, they're landmarks. >> A perfect example would be the Coach store that has become many-a-Yalie's meet up spot before Lan Kwai Fong (popular nightlife district up the steps behind the heart of Central district).
Again, this is not a social critique nor commentary on a way of life, nor on a corporate culture, merely observations (but they hold significance for myself, nonetheless). It's much too hot for commentary, and my hair becomes a dense frizzball--blocking all further thought--when I watched and listened sitting under the bus shelter at Central MTR Exit J.
But just look at all that Armani (six boutiques in one Building, in fact). Dream big, kid, dream big.
First day is at the LegCo (short for Legislative Council, a historic government building in Central, Hong Kong). My first morning, I headed to my boss's (one of his) office, located in the upper floors of the Prince Building, which is across from the LegCo Building. I suddenly wished I had packed better work clothes.
My boss just told me to come to work in "whatever I like". Oh. Here's the quandary. I'll explain.
With pictures. One picture is worth a thousand words.
There. I've just written my longest post ever.
But here I come to the real commentary I'd like to share. It's really not commentary at all--just people watching, one of my favorite activities in a new environment.
For those politically adept, it doesn't take a press release to known how the situation on the ground involves a myriad of different faces, all pulled along in a current; seldom touching, always weaving, barely noticing watching each others' vastly diverse lifestyles.
Under the statue of the founder of the Hong Kong Standard Charter Bank (if I remember correctly), the cleaning lady contracted by the government sweeps up the ginko tree leaves from the cracks in the paved concrete. A dull small dustbin and red plastic broom are props to a game of "ninja"; she's formidable at attacking the debris when suited businessmen and eager tourists are not looking. A group of professionals similar to her lounge and picnic during lunch hours in the upper tier of the public park in Central, an artificial-looking, but leafy and enjoyable rock hill two steps behind the HSBC.
The HSBC monument and Citibank are almost like cathedrals, with other high rises towering above the central square. These brand names and corporate moguls are not just workplaces, nor industries, they're landmarks. >> A perfect example would be the Coach store that has become many-a-Yalie's meet up spot before Lan Kwai Fong (popular nightlife district up the steps behind the heart of Central district).
Again, this is not a social critique nor commentary on a way of life, nor on a corporate culture, merely observations (but they hold significance for myself, nonetheless). It's much too hot for commentary, and my hair becomes a dense frizzball--blocking all further thought--when I watched and listened sitting under the bus shelter at Central MTR Exit J.
But just look at all that Armani (six boutiques in one Building, in fact). Dream big, kid, dream big.
