Choices. Life is all about choices. Our choices make us the person we are. It is hard trying to make this decision – of staying back or going away. It is tough. Or is it?
We – after a long time, i am able to merge me and him into the word “we” – are confused with the choices we have. We both know it would do us (and our bank balances) good to relocate to US for some years. Choices = confusion. And my project does not want to let me go because offshore delivery will suffer. Oh hell, it is no fun being indispensable!
And, horror of horrors, it completely slipped my mind that my passport is going to expire next month! And i was going to go get my Visa stamped with the almost expired passport! Hell, i must be growing old. My neurons are not what they used to be before.
God, how i wish i could buy a lottery ticket and strike the jackpot. i will retire – and spend the rest of my life having a torrid affair with books. And make candles, open a restaurant, travel from one end to another end of the planet, buy a lorry and run over people...
At work, i have been biting heads off as if i have been without food for days. Not fair to them. Which i am aware of – thank you. But sometimes, they make silly mistakes and i don’t happen to be the type who is going to smile and forgive. I am beginning to behave like an ogress. Where is my Shrek???
Is the moon waxing or waning? My mother is right – i am MAD!
Thursday, July 03, 2008
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