My passport now bears a stamp saying I can officially set foot in the UK and work there for the next 24 months. There's just one slight hiccup. The client quoted a price too less, and that’s why we are withdrawing from the project. Translated... me going nowhere.
Funny how our minds work... I’m feeling worthless now coz I didn’t get something I never wanted in the first place. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrgh!
Had it all chalked out in November. Would have quit this job and gone for my MBA. I was even on the right track... gave my entrance exams, scored decent enough, and was looking for b-schools to apply.
Just then the devil snooped in and put in my head this brilliant career move. For the first time in my life, I decided to make a jump from Plan A to Plan B without a safety rope.
...and all the King’s horses and all the King’s men couldn’t put Humpty together again.
