My birthday week has come and gone and I can only heave a sigh of relief that it is over with. The Wifey made sure that I know she remembers. A few close friends also have the day stuck in their memories somehow they need no social media prompts for them to extend their greetings to me. (And I really love SMS greetings, feels so old-school nowadays.) Now I can concentrate on the main task at hand — devote focus on my new formal job and in the process give myself enough time to pursue endeavours like this one, blogging/writing. I mentioned last time how fast my September mid-week went. Let me add a month to that. Hopefully, my brain starts to perceive that developments are beginning to slow down the moment day-to-day events start to “normalise”.
Speaking of my new work, the newly assembled team I belong to just crossed our first month together in the organization. And what better way to celebrate than with chocolate cake — a company provided one courtesy of our site Vice President nonetheless! (Doesn’t really matter who baked it, where it came from. What a sweet gesture! Seriously, I’m already old and this is the first time in my formal employment experience that I got a cake from management just for reaching the first month probationary period of my job.) Not that I’m expecting something similar on our team’s second month but this was a such wonderful act. But on the other hand, it’s also a tacit reminder from the bigwigs that whisper “Make sure you deliver very soon, guys” in our ears while we savour that chocolatey goodness in every bite. Of course. We know our collective necks are on the line. (He-he.)