Space for Brabus

These past couple of days, I felt ecstatic…ok, ok, maybe not that strong of a word, but I was certainly happy.  Happy cuz I finally finished the training program, happy cuz I got my vacation leave, and happy cuz I finally got some down time for 2 weeks.  I feel calmer and lighter, no burden.

But then, slowly, as I started plowing through my take home office works, CFA books, and emails, reality started to seep in.  I still worry about my work, I’m still confident that I can not possibly pass the CFA, and I realize that I’m still missing San Diego.

And Anthony said that San Diego misses me, so there!  And now, I’m back to being mellow…and bitter…and worrisome…

Life IS full of surprises.  Evidences are as follows:

1. A relative had a stroke today and doctors said he had 10% chance of survival (may God bless him and his family, my thoughts are with you guys).
2. It’s official, all of us graduated from the MT program.  The surprise is we got a maximum 10 days of unpaid leave, which is given on a take it or leave it basis.  After 1 year of grueling work hours, I just feel that we are fully entitled to that vacation time.  I mean, come on, we didn’t have any sick days for the past 1 year.  Yet, I guess the company won’t give in that easily because many conditions were applied to the vacation time. 
3. I got that dreaded phone call from THAT client…and I think I did OK (phew)
4. I got that dreaded phone call from one of the bosses…resulting in extra works for the weekend (which I still need to figure out the best way to tackle it, since I’ve never done writings like this previously)
5. If everything unfolds as planned, I might be able to take my vacation and study CFA (even though I know I won’t pass this time either).  If everything won’t go as planned, at least I will have someone to blame when I fail my CFA (tee hee)

So life is full of suprises, no? Nope, not really.  All I know is that life is short…but it shouldn’t be this "blaah", should it?