Met a Director in the lift just now. She looked at me and smiled "Did I cause you to work OT?" I held up my "homework" for the long weekend and gave her a knowing smile. Then, she started sharing with me on her son, her busy week.. It's just a short trip down the lift. But we talked like old friends.
I've worked nearly 6 years in the same company. I've grown from a blur and timid little girl who squirmed at having to call Ds and ACs, to a bold one who uses singlish in her emails to these people - in "lor"s, "leh"s and "huh"s.
And my darling colleagues in PB. Think I spend more time with them than my family. We eat breakfast, lunch and even dinner together for 5 days a week (not counting the tea breaks and peanut sessions). With the few close ones, I share almost everything that's happening in my life. They know if I've cried over the night when I miss hubby too much. Today, we even discussed on the degree on smelliness of our poo.
It's hard work building and maintaining these relationships. If I'm not going over to OZ for studies, I may just stay here for the rest of my working life. I may not earn big bucks, but the warmth of this family is good enough for me. Though officially, I'm just going on no-pay leave, I really don't know if I'm coming back in 2 years time. So, I may be leaving my "family" for good. It's hard to say goodbye and I hate it.