I don’t want to call it a tradition, since this isn’t something I honestly want to be commonplace, yet here I am again, opening an expensive bottle of scotch reserved for a special occasion.
When I was in India last summer, I was offered a bit of local whiskey. Funny, that — I didn’t know they even made whiskey in India. Not only that, it was real good. But wait, you should try some Indian scotch, I was advised. In Bangalore, where I was soon to be heading at the time, there’s a local brand called Amrut, which was reportedly one of the best scotches in all of India. While there, I looked to find some, but it was unavailable, somehow.
Luckily, the internet makes all things possible and I ordered a couple bottles once I got home. One went to my brother as an early Christmas gift; the other is sitting on my liquor shelf, waiting.
Or rather, it was waiting — waiting for the day I found another job. I’ve had a bit to say about the collapse of my soon-to-be ex-employer, and now I’m happy to say those uncertain days are behind me. Starting next month I’ll be continuing my career in power engineering at a small regional office of a larger national engineering firm. I will absolutely have a chance to wield my newly acquired PE stamp, as well as to expand my somewhat shallow knowledge of my chosen field. If you’d asked me where I saw myself in five years five years ago, this might have been exactly what I envisioned.
While I haven’t exactly reached the emotional heights and excitement that my last job offer gave me — mainly due to the facts that the company I worked for before that was so so shitty in comparison and I’d been unemployed for eight months at that point — I am quite happy now to move forward to
bigger and better things.
I guess that finally makes me two for three. Not a bad way to start 2017.