I landed my first (and so far last) white-collar job in Sydney. I processed documentation for shipments of meat, veggies and dairy products from Australian producers to organisations in the hospitality industries of SE Asia and the Middle East, organised production and logistics and liaised with clients, suppliers, freight forwarders, quarantine authorities e.t.c.
Walking to work, as I blended into the flows of people in corporate outfits below monumental office high rise buildings, I felt like a camouflaged spy from an alien planet. I wore a corporate outfit too (at least in my own opinion), so maybe I looked indistinguishable in the crowd. Maybe everybody feel like spies in such a crowd, while they try to pretend that they are genuinely corporate.
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