Wrong! Sigh.
This morning, as I was typing furiously on my keyboard, I heard someone going 'Psssssst'' behind me. I turn around to find my spiky-haired colleague from Marketing lurking outside my workstation. I automatically frown because that could only mean that some cock-ups have surfaced. I was instinctively reaching for my pen and notepad when he mouthed the magic words, "Sample Sale."
I bit my lips to contain my wild excitement. "Now?" I asked, grinning like a monkey.
"Yes. Non-official one. Selected people only," he whispered back.
Without wasting time, I quickly save the email I was working on, grab my wallet and make a dash to the sample room.
I have learnt from experience that the one rule of thumb when it comes to sample sales is, you need to leave all decorum at your desk. It is like going into war except there are no sides to take; each to his own and may be the fiercest/fastest/most coniving man wins.
Since all samples are sold on a 'first come, first serve' basis, you cannot pause too long when you pick up an item because there are eyes on you. The second you let it go, another pair of hungry paws will be on it before it can even fall back into the heap. Even the usually meek and docile womenfolks from Finance often turn into teeth-baring tigresses guarding their selected sample items like babycubs. Sometimes, they form 'groups' to strategize how to get around the limitations imposed by Marketing, but these groups often end up fighting amongst themselves too ("Sorry this is mine now because you went to toilet.")
To cut the long (and ugly) story short, I manage to crawl out of the sample room, unscathed, with 7 apparel items, enough to make up an entire wardrobe -Hah! And all for a grand total of....... $60!
What a steal! Who cares if they are all crumpled, odd-sized and I probably have to lose and/or gain 5 kg to fit into them.
Damn, I heart shopping at work.
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