Moving mode

“You cant start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading the last one”


This chapter of my life is coming to a close. A hundred many pages chapter which started in December 2008 as I stepped into my formal adulthood a.k.a. working life as a house officer in a hospital here. Much has happened since then. Memories that I will reminisce from time to time in this arena.

I will be opening a new chapter soon. Hopefully full of adventures in a new working environment and on top of it all as a working Mama Minci.

So this week is a lot about packing, decluttering, trashing. A lot has gone into the bin while some have been donated to those that may benefit from it.

Questions that go through my head as I sorted the pile of materials..

Will I use/read this again?
How long ago did I actually wear  it?
So out of fashion.. I’ll get a new one
Will I be able to find anything like it or better in the future?

Bottomline: I will need a new, stylish wardrobe once we moved to our new crib. New books that I’ll actually read and morph into Alpha Mama Minci.

Where is my Snail Mail?

“God answers Knee-Mail”

A Foot-Note?

Here where I live, the speed of getting mail is frustratingly slow. In fact, consider yourself lucky if you ever get it at all. Annoying still, if that letter is a life-changing one. Thank god for Alexander Graham Bell for his creation – the telephone.

I received a phonecall from my new workplace the other day. My transfer letter went through and as in any government service positions, everything is expected to on a STAT basis despite the occasional lackadaisical attitude in some personnels. Considering Im on maternity leave at the moment, I have requested that my reporting date be deferred to another one.

Things will be rolling really fast in this coming 2 weeks. So today, I went to the hospital (my current workplace) to settle things. I;

  1. Handed in a copy of my deferring letter to the main office
  2. Donated my fiction books to the hospital library
  3. Emptied my locker in OT (operating theatre)

Now, to pack my things at home. I still have to act like I am due for the transfer eventhough I havent received the official letter yet. Darn!