2006 was the last year I attended any company outing. Tomorrow will be the first time I will attend. I had my reasons for not attending. Most of it is selfish, some of it is irrational. All are valid in my eyes.
I'm too negative sometimes. I tend to think of the worst case scenarios. The good thing here is when something good happens, the sigh of relief I get is very, very uplifting. Out.
Ever since that fateful day last July 30 or 31 things have actually gotten better for me at work. It's as if the pressure was removed and I was able to start focusing on the task at hand instead of worrying about stuff that I have no control over. And that's what basically happened. I'm now learning a lot of new things, making use of past experiences, and generally improving greatly in lots of things that aren't just limited to work. It's been a great August and I'm hoping for an even better September. Come October things will most likely quiet down, unless more great things come. Out.
One of the best memories and features I have of our house is the books. Hundreds of books. See the picture above? That's in the living room. There's a whole bookcase in one of the hallways filled with other sets of books. My old room is full of my books. My parents' room is full of books, both mine and theirs. I love reading. It came from living in a house full of books and magazines. It came from the stories my grandparents told me when I was a child. It stoked the flames of curiosity in my head. It made me dream. It made me happy, it made me sad. Reading rocks. I don't read books as much as I used to. Probably because I now read sports news on tablets everyday. But if I do find a good book I like, I most definitely will read it. Out.