Pauline, an ex-colleague : Lilian! You can never be a housewife. How can you sit at home all day! You are all over the office, your voice, your bubbles. What are you going to do at home?
The GM of HR : Lilian, I can bet that in two weeks time, you are going to come back and tell me you want your job back.
My ex-boss : I respect what you decide and I am sure you have think very hard about this. (tears in his eyes!)
That sexy-turkey Executive Secretary was in everything the company was involved in. From organising conferences, annual dinners as MC, accompanying the PM and wife on the red carpet (before PM is PM yet la) to arranging prostitutes for Papua New Guineans or European clients. (hey, that needs a bit of skill orh, must know what they prefer lor or else they won’t sign contract lor)
This, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, is Auntie The Lilian, travelling back in time on this vehicle
*sigh* I found a big box of my old, old photo albums and that triggered off an identity crisis in this housewife. No wonder…And I thought I have PMS or even worse menopausal.
Staying at home with only 4 walls and kids can drive anyone insane. And glad I survived in this housewife status for the last….2005-1998 = 8 years. Making mental note to myself to visit Michael Ooi’s blog more often as his defination of housewives is very explicit. Cauliflower hair, umbrellas, haggling with poor apeks over 20 sen…..
I will not write further and will sit back and wait for some comments, please.
P/S : Go read this entry about identity crisis too. And make sure you click on the comments for some very wise old man’s advice.