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.....Mr. Runaway has pulled his side of the rope to the end. We have had meetings with all the necessary and in charge personnel but it’s too late. There is nothing they can do now. All Mr. Runaway is offering me now are uncouth options. Either he wants to keep earning off me for a little longer or he was genuinely feeling my fire and wanted to put it off for a while. But I guess I am a huge coward plus it seemed like a cancer, one day it would bring me down and heavily!

But one question on my mind: why the hell did I apply for that bloody job??!!!Arrghhhhhhhh!

It was suffocating to be home at 1100hr on a week day and so my house became too small for me to think! I had to leave home, destination unknown. This is all a terrible nightmare, I reassure myself, I am going to wake up and I am at my desk doing what I do best, enjoying my day.

Let I tell you about my work; it is my world, actually it is who I am…I simply love to work! I put my all, i.e. 100 and 20…I love to have that meeting scheduled for next month’s agenda, packs and ATLs organized today, I love to have all end of months reports at my desk on the evening of the last day of that month… (Oh btw, I will work with you even till midnight just to have it ready and on time). Most colleagues are comfortable with what they do every day; they hate extra tasks or challenges or just thinking outside the box….and so i took this over for them, I love being the go-to-person. But above all, I love making my boss look good! For example we are in a meeting with his bosses and he is on top of his game, it just makes me so proud! Oh did I mention the check too? And how can I forget the external chat with my girls??!! Hmmm... I made it a part of my BAU!

On a scale of 1 to 10 of my every day: Work takes 7, Social life takes 2, ‘Me’ time & family share 1! Clearly, I have not much going on outside my work; God cannot possibly take it away from me. He cannot. My faith is still strong.

When I still had and maintained a normal relationship, dating and all, there were moments when I would wish for a visit into my own small, quiet world; to start and finish an exquisite book I bought impulsively a month ago, take with me a bottle of chilled white Nederburg. OK usually two bottles. Just in case but I often brought it home untouched. The Zephirine Drouchin, this place is my heaven on earth. Indeed the famous thornless rose is at large, with a Redolent perfume filling the evening air. I call it the ZeeD. This time I had no book or wine. Just me, myself and I in deep thought.

Good morning, here is my letter of resignation. I can’t thank you enough. I said to Duncan amidst a huge lump in my throat. Pretty astounded, Gail what is really going on? I am not able to talk about it right now. And that was my last day in the corporate world! OK, at least for now.