Picture this: a bunch of very clever engineers, armed with way too much brainpower, were building some ultra high-tech, sci-fi-ish medical gadget set to revolutionize the future of radiation oncology.
Picture this: a bunch of very clever engineers, armed with way too much brainpower, were building some ultra high-tech, sci-fi-ish medical gadget set to revolutionize the future of radiation oncology.
The only problem? Absolutely no one understood what they were on about. Funding dried up. Left with too much free time and a worrying amount of caffeine, we did what any group of underutilized nerds would do: we started complaining about life. Loudly. Endlessly. And thus, Enlit was born, because when hungry, frustrated (and slightly broke) engineers have time on their hands… well, let’s just say, expect the unexpected.
But harmony was not to last. Sue, also from Ops, flat-out refused to use the Men Bodywash, declaring it "an abomination to women’s nostrils." She staged a minor rebellion and demanded something “feminine and actually pleasant.” Cue even more lab chaos, and soon Enlit Bodywash, Moisturizing & Nourishing, were born. With two girly scents to one manly one, the balance of the bathroom was restored.
Meet Bonnie, our lone admin guy, forever freezing in his airconned office, fans whirring, yet always too hot (don’t ask us how). He’s a walking allergy alert: alcohol? Itch. SLS? Itch. Even raindrops? Massive itch. Our mission: could we make a moisturizing cream gentle enough for Bonnie’s skin yet robust enough to keep him productive (and not perpetually scratching)? Enter Enlit Terra!
And so, the Enlit flagship products were unleashed into the world. No animals were tested, just an army of family members, friends, next-door aunties, neighbors, plus a few game kindergarten teachers. We’re proud to report: they’re all alive, kicking, and, quite possibly, sporting the smoothest skin in their respective circles.
• Ken from sales now wants bodywashes for every “type” of man (apparently it’s a whole spectrum!).
• Sue can’t find a floor cleaner she likes, so guess what’s on the project board?
• And Tom, as ever, is now waging a new crusade: “why does my wife’s makeup cost more than the GDP of a small nation?”
Our journey continues, fuelled by real-life complaints, caffeine, and way too many product samples. If you’ve got a brilliant grouse, let us know! Maybe your gripe will spark our next creation. Email us at sales@enlit.sg, and join the tradition of epic complaints (and possibly epic solutions).
(P.S. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Otherwise, we’d all be sleeping on the sofa tonight.)