Ask.

It have been more than a year since the last post. Well, I was too busy & just too tired to blog about anything positiP. For almost 2 years I was The Pacifier/ Negotiator/ Complain Absorber/ Wrappers Catcher for the The-World's-Best-Airline FFP contact centre. Sure, it was 'Fun' entertaining CEOs turned whining & foot stamping toddlers demanding for FREE seats, waivers, compensations .. just because they felt that it's their prerogative for being TWBA Frequent Flyer. The things that people would do for freebies, have my fair share for them all. While some does have valid reasons for their frustrations, but there are others who are simply an opportunist milking the situation.

Flushing negativity outta my system on a daily basis, became tiring after awhile. So one day, I was looking at some local internet company for job openings, looked at their working hours. Nice, I thought. And I talked to HIM. I love that industry. I like to have that kind of hours. I need that kind of schedule... for the kids and for my sanity. Please.

A week later, a good old friend who have been tirelessly pouching me to work for him for the past 4 years .. goes:

" You are up for something bigger doing what you love .. blah blah blah. Working hours 10am - 6pm. No weekends "

Nice. Nice. Nice :) Cut the long story short, here I am being what he calls 'The Pathfinder' and couldn't be more happier.

Barbie came to visit me in my new cozy office and gave me The Look. So had Tan and Simone. Same Look. Same Questions. But WTH, I'm emotionally and skillfully upsizing. Though I miss the vibrant & 'dramatic' environment, my agents and team mates. But well, it's all about choices and I've got what I've asked.

So the key is to ASK.

Early this week, my class (academically upsizing effort) was held at LeMeridien due to full house at the campus. It brought back sweet memories.

I must have been 14 yrs old then when I worked as a sales assistant at a department store called Printemps. It was then located on the ground floor of LeMeridien. That was where I met him. He was such a sweet person, romantic and a good artist. I must say that he could be the one who've inspired me in arts. While I can't quite recall why I left him. It kinda stick at the back of my head that this is someone that I hurt quite badly. A scene that I can recall was of him standing in front of a restaurant where I worked .. for hours just to pass me a 5 page letter with eye drops smudging the inks on the paper(Still have that in my memory box somewhere in the store room!) I was so bad and I've felt bad for a very long time.

So when I came back from class, learn the lesson of ask. I asked HIM again. Keyed in 4 letter words in Google that crossed my mind. Hit on the first link that appeared. Miraculously, it was really him!

He may have forgotten, but what matters is, he deserves an apology.. one that was delivered 20 years late. Not for anything, but rather for my conscience.

It's gonna be a big day next week. It'll be a Make or Break . One that could change everything, 6 days from now.

Time to Ask...