*splutter*

Garrrrrr.

I had a moment last night with two of my closest friends when I realized that perhaps, one of my bosses had made a pass at me.

I was relating a work story and then, blam (a la the Batman Series), it hit me. Goddamn it, I'm a fool.

Silly Vicki had just thought everyone was being nice and friendly.

It was an interesting experience though. It made me realize, albeit a little more suddenly than I had initally hoped, that I am adult now. A real, working adult - ripe for workplace sexual harassment.

My resident has commented that perhaps my "keen-ness" gave the boss the wrong impression. ... I cannot help but think he has a point... And so he has been nominated as my "keen-o-meter" to keep me from such faux pas in future.

I'm gonna miss working with him. I feel as if he's one of the very few new friends I've made all year. And yeah, I know that becoz of all our spare, Osborne Park-style downtime, we've become closer than we would have otherwise but it's still nice. And I realize that when the term ends, he'll go back to his world of nice Christian-Chink-doctors and I'll return to mine of drunking former UMATers. He will remain a good guy, however, and he will be missed.

In other news, the saga of The House is finally drawing to a close.

I have made the bookings and the house will be 100% ready for human habitation (yes, what have I been doing here) in slightly less than a month. Cable TV, fully refurbished kitchen, the whole freaking works.

Tah dah.

...Accordingly, I have made the ultimate commitment to a house-warming. And indeed, there have even been enthusiastic RSVPs - better still.

And so even though I hate to think of dirt being trekked anywhere near my home, I'm excited and a little scared.

Finally, I have decided that today marks the end of my ridiculous, over-enthusiastic, misinformed, misguided over-working. If the one thing I want is true love and if all i do is hide from life, then truly, never the twain shall meet.

So here's to the end of over-working. Here's to taking a chance on the one thing that I'm sure I want when I'm 65. Becoz you can't control everything and that's how true love is to be found.

Becoz somewhere in my subconscious, lurks the girl who asked a stranger to marry her simply becoz they had a shared vision of love everlasting. And even if that was truly a fiasco, I wish I could find that girl once more.

All for love, my dears, all for love.

[for] he that made this this knows all the cost, for he gave all his heart and lost.