Devil wears Prada

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I went to watch Devil wears Prada today with my colleagues and I am pleasantly surprised that the show is interesting.

I hadnt read the book before, but I do have the background knowledge of this book and hence I kinda know what to expect.

In short, the story line is about this terror of a boss, a female editor of a magazine, whom has huge demands on her staff and everyone generally keeps out of her way.

Come a young girl who was to work for her, and the story tells how she manage to survive.

Before I enter the cinema, I had doubts on how such a simple story line can even last 100mins, but it did. The show was quite fast paced, and it was really easy on my nerves.

I watched the show while keeping an eye on the chinese subtitle (a habit that I cant break no matter what language the show is in - chinese, english, korean, thai, japanese, whatever!) and there was this line : 当你可以背叛亲离的时候，就是你可能升值的时候。

Directly translated, it meants "When you can abandon all your friends and kin, it is time you will be considered for a promotion".

That really jocks me, because that is really how fucked up life is.

You work so hard that you forsake everything and everyone else in life to put in your heart and soul at work, but eventually, it might not even pay.

Sometimes I wish I can forsee how long have I do live, so that I can judge whether it is a good idea to put in so much time at work.

What if I decide to cut myself some slack and find a low paying (if there could be another that pays worse) job that allows me to remember to breathe, but I live all the way through 90. I dont wish to live on porridge for the rest of my life.

And what if I strayed away from my friends because of the compelling need to do more ot, and in the end I die before my next birthday and everyone cannot be bothered to attend my funeral even?

Nope, striking a balance is never an option. Honestly, your friends and family can never see enough of you, and your intray at work will never be empty unless you burn more hours at the desk.

Tell me what to do?

Seriously, my family members and my friends are probably the people who will busy themselves with my funeral should I die; while the clients whom I slave for would probably just arch an eyebrow and say ‘oh’.

How helpful.