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You know how there is the last drop a.k.a. the straw that broke the camel's back. It's a small thing that makes a big difference. I've really wanted a vacation. My job is psychologically exhausting, and I needed a break. Really bad! Being a personal assistant, I'm completely dependent on my boss's plans though. He says he works a lot too. Well, he forgets that he goes on vacation trips to the Seychelles, or Cote d'Azur, or London or NY several times a year, while I'm working. And even if I weren't I'd never be able to afford so many vacations! Keep in mind that I was not allowed to go see my family last Christmas. Everyone else at the office went on holidays, I had to stay. Well, I was promissed August 1st. Fine with me, although I'd rather have it in July, because man I'm getting tired and sick. Then it was moved to August 11th. I growled and grinded my teeth, because it also interfered with my dancing plans. I'm was mad, but I didn't have a choice, so dealt with it, but I said: NO MORE DELAYS. Guess what? He said he won't leave on the 10th, so I'd have to stay in the office for 2 more days. And that totally enraged me. My first thought was to quit right then and there, at that very moment, but I was so upset I couldn't even talk. A spoke with Dima about it. He reminded me that I'm free to leave any time, so it's not up to my boss to tell me what to do. Then I realized that if I leave right now, I will be putting all of my work load on Tatiana, the other assistant, who is really in need of a vacation too. So I stayed for one more week, but first thing I did was to call the travel agency and buy a ticket to go home. That was it. The boss felt guilty perhaps, so he let me take Friday off, so I can go get my sister at the airport. She's coming for summer holidays from the US. It's her first year in college, and I haven't seen her for more than a year. We've had a great weekend. Walked around, laughed a lot, and our little cousin was with us too. God, I love my two little sisters to death, we have a wonderful time together. Having dinner at my aunt's house was great too, it was a nice family thing. We shopped and danced outside and watched videos. Sunday evening the sister and the cousin went to the island. My aunt is best friends with Tatiana - the other assistant, my coworker (how do you think I got the job?) So usually I avoid discussing work issues with her, because she never keeps anything secret and everything I say will be retold to Tatiana (but it works both ways). As we drove back from the airport, I told her that I'll be leaving my job. She didn't approve of it first, because she thought that Tatiana has done me a huge favor by getting me to work for them and when I leave she'll have a hard time. Well, what am I - her savior? I have been - for a year. Almost. Enough. More than enough for me. So I'm all ready to leave. Hopefully I'll receive my August salary, and that will be enough for September and the beginning of October. I'm absolutely ready to leave. I've received wonderful dance training. I mean I thought I was good, but taking classes here has opened a completely new attitude. I'm so full of ideas and inspiration. One thing left on my checklist - puppy. Well, it's kind of an expensive breed, and pretty rare too, so yesterday I got online and called up a few kennels. On average, they cost about 700 Euros, and I got almost disappointed, becuase I only have $800 left. Then I called another lady and she said she has one baby girl with crooked teeth, so she can't participate in dog shows, also she's under-sized, she it's not good for breeding, that is why she only costs $500. She showed me the pics online: http://www.chinadog.ru/sale.htm It's the darkest one. I just fell in love with it, and now I'm so nervous... what if something goes wrong... what if they give it away to someone else who would offer more money... excited at the same time. I totally deserve a puppy. I don't care about its teeth and size and everything else, I'm going to love it, no matter what! I'm going to name it Happy, because I think that puppies make people happy... well, it's scientifically proven, actually. You know what they say: "who ever thinks that you can't buy happiness must have never bought a puppy." Post a comment in response: |
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