As I wirte I am running SERIOUSLY late. I've been so, late I mean, since I realized that punctuality is not a mandate but a choice at work. Though still under probation, my work ethics are as solid as the old-time regulars...completely beyond contempt.
I vow to make blogging an everyday thing now, as I had last year, when it didn't dawn on me yet that my risk at being ployed at is increasing by the minute (as I used to blog every minute...not an exaggeration sometimes.) The inspiration of blogging everyday came from a random desire to email my bestfriend Nadine this morning. It was 15 minutes after I turned on the water dispenser and I was supposed to pour myself a glass of the blasted thing when I noticed the massive empty water gallon sitting on top of the dispenser. What did I expect? I have enjoyed ironies even if they seem to emerge for the sole purpose of spiting me, or in this case, have me shaking to the bones for, once again, being 30 minutes late. Hmm...come to think of it, ironies' sole purpose has always been to spite people, hasn't it? Anyhow, I proceeded with grace (surprisingly so) and plugged in the small water heater beside the bloody dispenser, marched to the room and allowed blogging history to take its rightful place in my life once again.
That was reason number 1. I've reserved a more significant reason than that first one.
Yesterday, I found out I was a type four by Enneagram standards. A type four is an individualist. An individualist is the worst possible creature that you could welcome into your life. Well, one of the worsts anyway. As we've established before, I simply do not have the luxury of time to do the tell-all on individualists (assuming of course that you're gebuinely trying to catch on because you're interested), I'll just give you the liberty to click follow this link: http://www.enneagraminstitute.com/TypeFourOverview.asp
My water's done and I am off.
I vow to make blogging an everyday thing now, as I had last year, when it didn't dawn on me yet that my risk at being ployed at is increasing by the minute (as I used to blog every minute...not an exaggeration sometimes.) The inspiration of blogging everyday came from a random desire to email my bestfriend Nadine this morning. It was 15 minutes after I turned on the water dispenser and I was supposed to pour myself a glass of the blasted thing when I noticed the massive empty water gallon sitting on top of the dispenser. What did I expect? I have enjoyed ironies even if they seem to emerge for the sole purpose of spiting me, or in this case, have me shaking to the bones for, once again, being 30 minutes late. Hmm...come to think of it, ironies' sole purpose has always been to spite people, hasn't it? Anyhow, I proceeded with grace (surprisingly so) and plugged in the small water heater beside the bloody dispenser, marched to the room and allowed blogging history to take its rightful place in my life once again.
That was reason number 1. I've reserved a more significant reason than that first one.
Yesterday, I found out I was a type four by Enneagram standards. A type four is an individualist. An individualist is the worst possible creature that you could welcome into your life. Well, one of the worsts anyway. As we've established before, I simply do not have the luxury of time to do the tell-all on individualists (assuming of course that you're gebuinely trying to catch on because you're interested), I'll just give you the liberty to click follow this link: http://www.enneagraminstitute.com/TypeFourOverview.asp
My water's done and I am off.