LJ's Freedom

I see the light...at the end of the tunnel...it came toward me and I stepped through it.

TAH DAH! I'm free! I have rid myself of the O3 environment and its rotten aura. Some of my lovely collegues and I went out for a celebration dinner. Nice stuff I tell you.

In the honour of the O3-ness, today I found out that the big boss has cleared my already cleared table. I guess all the stuff and namecards I left behind must have gone into the recycling bin. Wonder which table I'll go sit at on Monday when I return for one last day to handover the project to the mini-boss and his sidekick.

Another friend tendered recently and her pal had to take the fall of handling her workload. Pity the reaction of ducking the big boss' rapid fire multi-arrow headed gun is never really fast enough. The only protection against such offence is to launch an offence of your own.

Good luck to the remaining O3-bers (pronounced Oh-Cube-bers). I will continue posting here as long as there are stories to tell, and there will be stories to tell as long as some of my O3-ber friends are stuck in there.