And so a 14-year chapter of my life ended at 5:30 p.m. this evening.
And it’s true what they say about doors. New doors have opened even before the old door officially closed.
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*chat with R, my resignation letter writing coach*
Now that I’m stopping work …
You’re not stopping work!
Oh yah, I’ll have lots more work to keep me occupied from now on.
Meanwhile, a little R&R. And … hey, I can watch Ellen in the afternoons!
He said the book’s not very good, not knowing two of its author’s biggest fans were in the audience.
L in New Zealand and C in Malaysia, after comparing recent mishaps …
C: ouchy
C: At our age, we really need to be careful
L: we do!!! just starting to realise that now…I have to slow down alittle…*smile*
L: its hard for me though, my head still thinks I’m 16…! *grin*
C: yeah, mine thinks the same, but my body laughs at my mind
L: hahaha…mine too! Its kinda like “oh yea? we’ll see about that!!!!” LOL
Apparently, I have been driving with a nail in the right rear tyre. Apparently, it had been there long enough to wear the outer rim of the tyre smooth.
No wonder the guy in the car behind me yesterday evening drew level, caught my attention, said something (which I couldn’t hear) and then pulled ahead. When I saw him coming into my lane ahead of me, I thought he caught my attention just so I would slow down enough for him to overtake me. Now I understand what happened. He was trying to tell me I had an almost flat tyre.
It was only when I was nearing home turf that I heard a funny noise somewhere beneath the car. All I could think of at the time was “Oh Lord, please help me get into the car park and my parking space without any trouble. ” The one thing I hate is to be stranded on the side of the road. And God answered my silly prayer and saw me safely into the car park and parking space.
As soon as I parked, I got down to check for the source of the funny noise. There it was - an almost flat right rear tyre. As soon as I got into my apartment, I called my trusted mechanic from the shop and he agreed to come over in the morning to change the tyre.
Even he was amazed that I was driving the car until the tyre was almost worn smooth (and flat). He said I should be able to feel a difference in how the car moved. Well, I didn’t. Honest. Yeah, I know - in a world of my own. 
He then checked the other three tyres and said they needed to have their pressure topped up. I said I didn’t know how, could he show me? We met 10 minutes later at the Petronas station across the road from Tesco where he showed me what to do.
Oh yah, the flat tyre is worn so smooth it can’t be repaired. I have to get a new one.
Or the English spelling - cooliecutive.
An ex-colleague taught me the word many years ago, and I loved it then, and still love it today. I use it whenever I feel abused at work. Today, I used it again, not because I felt abused, but because I had a lot of fun at work today. Not just today, but recently. New team mates, mah.
