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The Boomerang - Swarovski Love from Sydney



It was my first day at office in a new country. I could literally feel my adrenaline rush and I was waiting to meet my new colleagues. I had a feeling that I was over-dressed to work that day, I felt all conscious wearing a formal  shirt and trouser for the very first time. When I was licking a bit of my lipstick away thinking it would make me look normal, I saw a bubbly young woman walking towards me with a file in hand. She smiled broadly and said a BIG "Hello". Exuberance, I thought! Whoa! What a start! :)



She spoke with an air of a very young person (I don't want to call her kiddish) ;) I started asking about my work and how things work around there. She smiled. I asked another set of questions. She smiled another tolerant smile at me.

I am quite adept at irritating people with questions and it has won me anything but tolerant smiles until this exuberant lady did. Exuberant is definitely an understatement, I have never seen a Test Team Leader as passionate as her, ever! When she was giving me the on-boarding instructions, I was literally starting at her, man, she is a walking lollipop, I had thought. I admire her for very many reasons, she is a great leader, she has some Zen-like energy around her (all the time) and above all she articulates everything in such a lovely way, in her own way.



I never got to thank her enough for the wonderful gift she gave me when I left Sydney. It is so beautiful, I will treasure it all my life J Thank you so very much Viv!!!




Thank You Viv(acious) :)



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  1. I am sure you would have had a great time in Sydney. Next time, come by San Francisco. You will leave your heart here.

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    1. I have heard so much about San Francisco, would love to visit there sometime.
      Thanks for dropping by, SG! :)

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