The plot thickens!

The saga continues!

My current employer tried to retain my services today with a counter offer. Unfortunately, they have fallen about 15% short...

The familiar duels with the unknown in my mind, and right now, its still an even match.

Oh well...

Love is...

I'm sure everyone's heard the by now lame saying that if you love something you gotta learn to let it go.

This thought of course intermingles with a whole bunch of other ones.

Sad accusing eyes, "Lets be honest, you never did love me in anyway"

An almost broken man "If you loved me I would be enough for you"

A friend swigging a bottle of whiskey "Twas better to have love and lost no?"

And i am brought back to the imagery of the grain of sands in an open palm.




Say what you like to make yourself feel better, to numb the pain, to move on.

But nothing will change the fact that what was being learnt happened.

And that is why we both fly on now.

This, this is love.

The music of the night

Just returned from Phantom of the Opera and wow! It was totally worth the wait.

Warlow as Phantom is just sensational, his portrayal of the man in the mask so convincing it stuck a chord.

Thanks to B for being gracious and allowing me to watch it even when there was no need to.

Its real...

The head hunters contract arrived today via email.

I had already anticipated that there would be a short window with which I could consider it.

So I prepped the HR lady yesterday by telling her that I would be attending to some of my remote oil rig projects and would only be back in town over the weekend to read the offer.
*What? i really do have oil rig projects! 2 as we speak in fact!*

So its here, in my hot little hands, with a few days of extra time to consider.

Will I take it? I still don't know...

The answer lies within myself see?

I right now, I still don't know what I want...

An offer!

The story concludes (from http://caravaggio-song.blogspot.com/2007/08/headhunted.html)!

Whilst waiting for something back from the headhunters, I told my family and friends, No way am i moving to Adelaide! The only way I'd even think about this offer is if they have me XX package and guaranteed me a posting to Sydney in a year!

I even told God, Dear lord, if it is your will that i should consider this offer, pls let it be at least XX package and a guaranteed posting to Sydney in a year

And then today i get the call from the HR lady.

Hi, We're prepared to make you an offer... of XX package and a guaranteed posting to Sydney in a year. I'll be sending you the softcopy of the contract for your approval.

Now I start getting nervous... 25% more pay. Yet out of Melbourne? Away from my family, friends and Doggies?

I look at prices of rental and whoa! there just went most of my new raise... and the industry?

Sure being part of a project to build missle destroyers sounds cool, but the defense industry is so... well, put it this way, all the defense contractors in the country fight for the attention of the one single client. Is this a wide scope industry?

It seems to be a move for my next 2 years at least. 1 in Adeliade and 1 in Sydney.

Bo Grosso would tell me to just shuddup and stop being a wuss.

What would you do my friends?

An offense preceived...

Well folks,

It feels like raging tempest in my head at the moment.

Trials of the home front, the tide at work and the recent events of i don't know whats coming from the friendship side are certainly not making things easy for me.

As has been practice of late, i jumped into the car to clear my head, something about jets of compressed air and fuel being exploded at extremely high rates just helps me vent.

It is taking all of my strength to fight off stray thoughts, of wars fought and lost, of cloak and dagger games played to the timeline of questions you don't really want answered.

God help me ride through this, for when I am weak, you are strong.

Deliver me from the darts of the wicked one and fill me with your peace.

I am trying hard not to lean on my own strength, that avatar built from ego and bravado, fueled with fury.

That Caravaggio has the finger poised over the button of excommunication, to be rid of all involved and just carry on with life without breaking stride.

Instead I shall right now surrender it all to the lamb, even as my mind fights to relinquish it.

God, give me grace to accept with serenity the things that cannot be changed, courage to change the things that should be changed, and the wisdom to distinguish the one from the other.

That You would bless me indeed, and enlarge my territory, that Your hand would be with me, and that You would keep me from evil, that I may not cause pain.


Oh how I need those words more than ever.

Etiquette...

How much time is sufficient for mourning?

It seems that the going rate is now 6 weeks.

It may not be my business anymore, but some things don't vibe right...

I hope that if ever I am in a similar situation, I am more sensible.

All is fair in love and war?

I think for now, I'll stick to war, where at least, i was rarely a fool.

PhoBoy my friend, I hope for all our sakes you grow up faster.

For the path you seek makes fools of all men, and one which in my eyes, you are certainly ill equiped for.

Update:

PhoBoy, you have no idea how much self control and restraint I just practised...