How should I begin? Just over the last 48 hrs, life has been in drastic motion.

Congrats to me. I've got myself a new job. A permanent one at SASCO. Finally. But in another department. Well, too bad for Supplies. I applied, you dilly-dallied, and now someone else offered so of course w/o a doubt, I took it. Tho' I'm gonna terribly miss my colleagues there... It was sudden. Too short a notice. They didn't expect it. I didn't expect it. So officially, yesterday was my last day at Supplies. And for 1 wk, I'm taking my well-deserved rest...

Which brings me to today. The bloody (and I mean bloody, literally) procedure took only like what? 5 mins? And I waited for 2 hours. Can't say I'm happy with it cos it still looks like there's sth there but that's the scab so I dunno. Guess we'll hv to wait to see if the aftermath result is as what I hope it would be. Pray for me ok. That I will heal fast. Thank you.

Initially, I wanted to blog it all out. Maybe I will, maybe I won't. It was on my mind a few days ago and if my job hadn't kept me busy, I would prob hv done so but now thinking abt it... I really couldn't care less abt it no more. Dunno why I got myself all so oppressed by it. Got myself feeling all blue when I know what's downright wrong and what should be done.

It should hv been done a long time ago. But it's still not too late, is it?

Leave him.




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