Hello everyone. How are you doing? Good?

All of us here at home just did a movie marathon yesterday night and if my memory serves me right, they stayed up until 3AM or maybe later, I watched one more movie (I hope they serve beer in Hell) after they decided that it’s already bedtime, so I stayed up until 5AM I think. In short, they’re still sleeping right now. Me, I don’t sleep for more than 5 hours.

It was 10:30AM when the phone rang. I knew that I was the only who’s awake so I had to answer that call. I don’t usually answer phone calls here at home; I don’t like it but the situation forced me to do so.

Well, this story of mine is not about ranting on how I hate to answer a phone calls but about the phone call itself.

So I answered the phone and to my surprise, it was a family friend who I didn’t hear the voice for years now but is still familiar to me. He used to be the one to fix our computer back when me and my sister were still young. (Hey I’m not old yet! I’m just 20 Kay?)

He called because a friend of his was looking for a Web Designer Developer. He then told me all the required skill and experience that his friend needs. He told me that the pay is very good (and when he says very good, it means veeeery good). At first I felt fortunate for the opportunity because it’s as if all the required skill and experience were copied from my resume. He then told me to call a certain employer (yes the employer himself) and tell that person that I’m the Developer he referred; I will be interviewed and if I pass the interview, I will be hired automatically. But here’s the catch.

If I pass, my office would be in Guam.

It’s not that I don’t like to be in Guam, it’s just that working abroad isn’t really a Joshy-thing to do. I studied and graduated in public schools and universities and I know that I must be working for my country first.

Being patriotic is hard when you’re in a middle-class family.

Should I tell my parents about the deal?