Joni Moves to New Zealand

Hmmm...that doesn't sound right, does it?

I knew today wasn't going to be your ordinary mid-week workday. I just knew it! When I decided to go into work 45 minutes earlier than usual, oh boy, I should have known I was in for trouble. Call it messing with the intricate subliminal invisible forces of balance of the Earth's energies in the natural course of bla bla bla bla...

So how it happens is, H.R calls and asks if i'd consider relocating to New Zealand for a permanent role in Finance. They want you!?

Funny I always thought those words would sound a lot better. Like having them sung in a Michael Bublé song. Or with champagnes popping. Or like hearing my winning name at the Oscars.

After all your toiling days at school and at work, to believe words like that would just make your career, and to finally hear those words that you thought would be the most magical words to ever tease your ears, and then realise they really weren't all the candyfloss and fairycakes you imagined them to be.

You want fame. You want fortune. Anything less is for unambitious fools!! You want glory. But silly girl, you're in love...and the world simply couldn't make you an offer good enough if it couldn't give you that...