I discovered something the other day that I took as a sign to stay in the country this year. Actually, I do have to stay in the country for another year because I just accepted a job offer from my GM to head the customer service department and I promised my GM that I would stay on the job for a year. I didn't want to take it at first but it was a choice between being complacent with the position I was holding or being challenged to take something that's a little messed up and giving it a facelift. And the challenge of being able to turn things around just haunted me. I didn't want to end up regretting not facing it--so I took the job. A day into the new position and I can already feel the pressure. It seems like everyone has high expectations. Yikes!
The other reason why I have to stay in the country for another year is...
There will be a beautiful baby arriving sometime in November.
And I am so so so excited about this.
I already had a hunch a few weeks ago.
I mean, first it was the green mangoes and then this week, it was strawberries.
What else would it be, right?
At least I am assured that Christmas this year will be a very happy one.
And I guess we know who all my Holiday money will go to this year. Hehehe!
No, I am not pregnant. My sister is.
I am going to be an Aunt! Woohoo!!!
Bunny @ Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to
climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her
3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi,
constantly needs caffeine, wonders when she'll quit smoking, and will most
likely die due to liver complications from drinking too much (if the cigarettes
doesn't get to her lungs first). Can't live without accessories especially
big, dangling earrings, shoe freak (aren't we all?), sucker for discovering
hole-in-the-wall restaurants, will ingest anything spicy, enjoys giving and receiving
massages, addicted to Friends, Sex and the City and CSI, goes gaga over kids, dreams of
being alone with Jim Morrison and smoking a joint with Bob
Marley. Would love to party with Gwen Stefani, shop with Patricia Field, write poetry with
Maya Angelou and have Sting, Nelson Mandela, Mark Twain and Bono over for