IBU

Yesterday I got an offer from a friend who worked at a UN agency in Meulaboh. He said that his boss would love if I applied for a position for January 2007. I knew that, because I had worked with his boss in July and she even said that if she did not appreciate what I do for IBU, she herself would force me to apply to work with her.

I had always wanted to work at a UN agency. Moreover, the payment is good. It's more than triple my salary here! Of course, with greater reward, comes greater responsibility. But I started to think that I might be able to handle it.

It's just that.... Meulaboh for me is an identical word for IBU. I cannot imagine myself being in Meulaboh other than working with this team. I had been here for more than a year now, and we had been through a lot together. It's not that I'm in love with the country coordinator (not only that, to be exact!)... but I had grew to love the organization itself...

I think... if I really wish to pursue UN, I would do it in a place other than Meulaboh...

Warning!

This is not a blog to write social issues. This is strictly private. What's in it are things that I might only tell my closest circle of social life... or I might not tell anyone at all...

More often than not, I think about something that people will find weird, or surprising, or even disgusting.

Here they are.

If you want to know a more social part of me, try my other blog. Or better still, another one.