Gabijillions of less than three.

Everything is turning around, FINALLY.

I have decided to move out of this very lovely place that has housed me for three faithful years. Looking for a new place seems daunting, but at the same time it excites me from the ends of my hairs to my toes.

My tons of millions of job applications have finally received favourable replies, and new, funky, adventurous, enticing jobs keep cropping up - offering me a bountiful supply of hope and wild fantasies. This week has found me being offered the chance at GREAT jobs, leaving me with hard decisions to make.

I have been offered a face-to-face interview (after a phone interview and an online assessment) for a part-time banking job with Westpac as a teller. A great chance to get myself out of bakery and Target to pursue something more closely related to what I studied for four years in uni.

And then at work (bakery) today, I happen to meet the Finance Manager of ANU's Facilities and Services Department. And good ol' Mr Miller offered me up as someone who was looking for a job. And just in a snap, he (the Finance Manager) dug out his name card and offered it to me. And just like that, I had a chance to apply for a job that is available to a privileged few. History proves that every girl who was picked out from the bakery to apply through the Manager himself has been picked. Two previous girls are living proof (and they're still happily working there now).

And then, yesterday I stumbled upon an Accenture Graduate Program, which re-opened its applications and extended their closing date till the end of next month. Accenture is a good company, one that I really wouldn't mind being part of the graduate program of.

And then, I chanced upon the KING OF ALL GRADUATE PROGRAMS. I don't want to say it here, cause I have SUCH HIGH HOPES and SOO MANY FANTASIES of what I would do if I got that job and I'm afraid to jinx it, and more honestly, afraid of competition. It is a dream job, with a drooling-dream pay, with bucketfuls of benefits. And the best part, it's the CLOSEST I can get to my Easyway dream. And getting paid to do it, instead of having to scrape out moolah just magnifies its charm. *crosses every single vein in my body*

Life is looking VERY optimistic right about....NOW. I love how I'm feeling, and I know that life has its own way of getting me to realise that when a door closes, a window opens (and all other similar proverbs). And what I love is that there's usually loads of windows to accompany the one door.

So, in hindsight:
thanks mom for always being there supporting and encouraging me that there's something better out there waiting for me;
thanks Xiang Mei Yi for being equally as encouraging as my mom and being there when I was disappointed with the opportunities that I missed out on;
thanks person for pushing me into the pit and leaving me there;
thanks another person for allowing me to use my tears as a ladder to get out of that pit.

I love me.
I love you.
I love life.
I love the world.

With this, I send out gabijillions of less than three to all.