Self Respect

Guys good news and bad news.  Good news is Mama G is back.  Bad news is she quit her job of 3 weeks.  Even Obama has to be polite to his staff. 

Due to past experience I just don’t take no crap no more because I have learnt self respect.  It is better that I resign before they sack me.  I could see the writing on the wall when the manager’s ‘friend’ appeared to observe lessons on 2 consecutive days and then there was a long chat behind glass doors, otherwise known as an ‘interview’. 

I guess I could have made them give me a month’ notice and have more of a buffer to pay the rent etc but you know what, life is too short to take shit.  So it is back to putting up an ad on the local supermarket customer notice board.

But when I got into that taxi with all my stuff I felt such relief, it was like I could breathe again.  The same kind of freedom I felt when I received my decree absolute and realised that I had been living with a control freak for years.  What prisoners must feel when they walk out of jail.

I am proud of myself.  I know I have finally grown up. Before I would have beaten myself up and got depressed again, telling myself, yet another failure to add to the growing list.  But no, I refuse.  I gave it a go, I tried my best.  It didn’t work out.  I am not going waste time and brain cells to analyse why.  Move on.  Tomorrow is another day.

Today is a gorgeous sunny day and not too hot or humid, just a pleasant user friendly 24 degrees celsius.  I get to finally spend time with Cleo.  We have missed each other in equal measure.  I don’t have to be exhausted all the time and rushing around everywhere like a headless chicken.  I get time to vent on my blog, check out what my friends are up to on facebook and fit in my facials and massage at a godly hour.  And meet up with friends.

Yes, life is good.  I have finally learn to love myself. 

 

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About cho wan yau

Teacher by day poet/writer by night. Words have been my first love and will be my last. As a child I locked myself into the toilet devouring books which transported me to distant lands. Poetry shared penned from 2009-2010 in a titanic struggle to stay sane at Heartbreak Hotel. Please check it out on chowanyau@wordpress.com. Any comments or feedback welcome. Why not share your story with me, because we all have one, don't we?

Posted on March 24, 2014, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. You are one cool cat! 🙂

  2. not so cool paul now it is back to worrying about making ends meet!

  3. Mama G rocks!!!
    😀

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