'Angular'

So there's a chance that some of us might be temporarily based overseas via new operations as our company will be setting up new branches in Cambodia and Labuan. My heart skipped a beat when I initially heard the word which was out in office a few days ago - and words travel fast among cubicle members; us, the rat race of the week. My immediate superior has already informed us that she will be leaving, perhaps in mid-July, to help establish our current practices there, and pass on the work-essence of our department. Almost every department is sending their most experienced executive for the same. She has told us that all this will probably take, at the most - three months; during which: each of us will be held fully responsible for our respective portfolios. Then, something along the lines of: "We'll see who sinks or swims during that course of time."

She has already asked us to consider - if we would be ready to try and embark on this quest for seed-planting-of-sorts (it would be a turn based event, and we'd take turns, for as long as there remains the need), when she returns. No, I thought, in answer - not me, as I eyed both of my colleagues, who were then with awkward smiles, similar to mine. In the following minutes I was already thinking about how I would have to pay, for my rent in advance (or cease having to), how my broadband would be wasted without my routine extreme weekend usage, how I would miss seeing her then: opportune time to meet - too distant and uncertain.

Mum was thinking about the rent issue too when I related to her the possibility of me being sent overseas, last night. And of course, a little later, she was worried about a thousand or so other things which had never crossed my mind: implications, changes, futures.

On the same night which I told her, I began to see this future prospect of things in a different light, mainly because of how well she took it - with such optimism; such hope, that I initially dismissed almost instantly. And of course, when she told me that I was worrying too much (again), for something as distant as this - I smiled, because it was all too true.

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