New Year's resolutions. What's yours?

I never bother to make any because my the end of January, I would have completely forgotten what resolutions I have made. That is just how resolved I am to see my resolutions through the year happen.

 

In the twinkling of the year 2008 just flashed past so quickly. To put it simply, it was a quick year. So quick that I haven't quite been able to grasp all that has happened through the year. Although I do know that towards the end of the year, I was the Lemony Snickett equivalent in Lemony Snickett's series of unfortunate events.

 

I thought my bad luck would have ended on New Year's Eve. I spent the whole day at home troubleshooting my computer because the internet would not work. I spent an hour on the phone with 2 different guys from my ISP, both of whom failed to help me, leaving me world wide web-less for days.

And then on the third day of 2009, a couple of hours after I returned home from London, my nose started bleeding profusely. It was like the Niagara Falls- my nose was gushing bloody fluids and completely soaked up 2 pieces of 3-ply kleenex. It felt as if some invisible force punched me in the nose painlessly. Strange.

Nevermind that, the very next day I woke up very early in the morning to the internet technician's phonecall and I pulled a muscle in my back and neck while I was still lying in bed. I couldn't move and I was hunched over in such pain that I could easily be mistaken for the hunchback of Notre Dame. I was sent to the clinic for emergency and got referred to physiotherapy which I am still undergoing.

And of course, with relation to my absent day last year (yes last year), I now have to attend some seriously time wasting disciplinary hearing with my manager and a HR representative. So there, I am adding yet another warning letter to my collection.

 

If you ask me, all of this Lemony Snickett-y series of unfortunate events point me in one direction- to pack up my bags and go home. After almost 3.5 years of irregular sleeping patterns, having breakfast lunch and dinner at totally weird times, and the permanent jet lag, is taking a toll on me. I hate to say this but as much as I love my job, I am getting old.

 

So watch out people.

I AM packing my bags and moving.

But where am I going... ahhhhh that's a secret I cannot say.

 

You know you love me.

XOXO.

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