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Went for the KILL!

I'm ready to tell...

On the 3rd of September, about a week before Eid, I got the call I was waiting for for the past month. August was just a whole lot of question marks and guessing games about the job offer. But it finally came... Incidentally, I had another episode of bad migraines that day and it sure didn't help that it was in the middle of Ramadhan. So I got home with my MC slip and broke my fast and shortly after, my phone rang. OH JOY!!

So it began, my process... I went for my medical checkup all too quietly and waited excrutiatingly long for the results to come out about a week and a half after. WHOABOY! The company am going in checked up on me to make sure that the results are in. So when Monday, 20th September arrived (the clinic conveniently told me that the results would be ready then), I moved in for the kill. POW!

By 4.30pm that day, I was officially an outgoing employee. My boss tried the 'what if I counter-offer you' speech, the 'One of my biggest worries has come true', the 'I had plans for you... but I don't dare to promise anything', and the 'I'm losing one of my best people' speech. But I was unswayed. NO WAY, JOSE! When I make a decision to leave, I'll leave with conviction and I wouldn't turn back.

And you know what the best part is? I managed to beat the system. After carefully examining my contract with the company, I realised, I HAVE NO CONTRACT with the company. When they conveniently transferred me out to this hell hole from the shit hole, they made a boo boo by not giving me a brand new contract. So, I am only serving a month's notice off of my original contract, as opposed to the usual three. AND since I'm taking 2 weeks off for Perth PLUS I still have a few more days leave left as balance, I only have less than 2 weeks of worktime left. *woot woot*

It's a good thing that I have an interest in law and have studied a little of law before this, or else I would have totally missed that bit when I looked at my contract. It stands even in the courts and no fool here can touch me. WAHOOOO!!!!

ALHAMDULILLAH... THANK YOU ALLAH for giving me this 'REZEKI' to shift to another outfit. I LOVE YOU, ALLAH S.W.T!!


sayanora said…
That's awesome news. And you're smart to check your contract and documents! Well done Zima! You had your eyes on the goal & you went for it - takes guts, you know ;)
Shugabelle said…
Thanks Nora! I pray to Allah that this will all turn out great. God willing, I will continue to have the guts to go for gold each time. :D

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