Impulsive?

Dear Faith,

I have been asked to fly abroad for the possibility of a job. Like any normal person, you ask the questions: what do you do, what's the position, pay, hours, contract? None were answered. Anyhow, I decided to be nosey and check the price for the flight - the cheapest being £580 if I leave in 12 days - anything after will be bumped up to £610. Yes, £30 makes a massive difference, that is my dinner or a pair of shoes! To go or not go?

I turn to Mr Skinny who is my rationale. Information first. Decision next.

No more information is provided. 10 days left.

Still having it hanging over my head. How do I get unpaid leave for 9 months in such short notice? And saying I'm pregnant, isn't an option as there is such thing as Maternity Leave.

9 days left. A discussion with my colleagues. Miss Bonjour, "Go!! You must go!! I am so jealous... I don't like 'what if's', it's just not the way to live life... You are just scared... Nothing in life is guaranteed... Most important thing, you tried and experienced plus you have a back up plan is nothing happens."
It's true nothing in life is guarantee but at least I can say I tried and lived. And so, I handed in my notice.

The most bizarre thing is the timing of everything. In September I planned on leaving my home but I got braces which meant I couldn't leave and so I delayed my plans. Turns out, the day I get the information about the job opening, my braces were out. Then I booked a week holiday from work which is the week I am supposed to be flying. Mr Sensitive, contacted me for a Sue Kick-Assing which turns out he didn't (I'm so happy because he doesn't need me anymore) and our date became my first day of saying goodbyes.

8 days left. I have booked my flight.

Mama K. I will see the world from outer space!!! LOL!

Just go with it!