my relocating application have not reached the big boss' desk. i have been imagining his gesture. him putting down the papers he is looking at, his pen, and finally his glasses. calmly, he will ask my boss "why? how will you manage this?" the agony of waiting for their decision. internally within department, i have flagged the issue since January but both my boss and I kept on dragging it. i only have 17 more days to the wedding and then i'll have the 3 weeks break and then, what? back in the office or i am on my one-way ticket to Labuan? there are kinrara house and its deposit and appliances that i need to sell off, my JJQ and the wedding. and then the thought of being a wife, a daughter to the new family and living in together. aaarrr. i dreamt of being a home-maker but i don't see myself in it at this age. i prayed that my time will only come when i am 35 or when we have kids or when we can afford it. one guy in another department has been on a home-based employment since last year but he is in london with his family and his wife who is pursuing her PhD study. i am here. i am in malaysia...
doa banyak-banyak.. doa banyak-banyak..
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