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I like going to work. Yeah, I enjoy my job. I'm pretty good at it and I'm lucky to get paid to do something I like.
Not everyone is this lucky.
Sure work is about work. It's not fun and games. But it is also about people. People who share your goals, cheer you up when you've had a bad day and send you amusing emails. I'm lucky to work with a whole batch of people who I'm proud to call colleagues.
People who'll laugh with you at the weirdoes in the coffee fixing area....you know, the ones who put cream in their coffee, stir it up and then taste it. Then they put more cream in and taste it again. Maybe even a third time of this madness.
Like is this their first cup of coffee ever? Do they not know how they take their coffee? Does the cream differ in potency from day to day? Geez, pour the cream and move along...some of us have to get to work...
Ah yes, work! Well, some of us are really lucky to work with some really good eggs!
[Don't ask about the pumpkins — we were at a meeting, okay?]
Okay, so I'm on a diet. Two weeks now. I'm eating more fruits and vegetables than I ever have in my adult life. I'm still plump — but 6 pounds less so.
By September, I will either be healthy, fit and trim or I'll still be the curvy and cute me.
Either way I'm happy. My arteries however hope for the former.
It's come to my attention that I'm not as funny as I think I am. I'm going back to PR. There's nothing funny about the deadly serious world of PR.
I've had more pleasant experiences, but never in a mini van in Mississauga.
Two Words: Krispy Kreme. The Hot Light was on.
Oh. My. God.
Okay, I did not know what to expect when two friends suggested a drive across the entire city for donuts after a night on the town.
Now I know. Hell, next time I'll even take the bus.
The store itself was closed - it was pretty late - only the drive thru was open. The line up to the window was at least 20 cars long. There was a police car there too. I was told the lines get so long a cop is needed to direct traffic. For donuts?
Once we got to the front of the line, the line behind us snaked all the way out of the driveway and down the street. For donuts?...err, 'doughnuts' spelled the Krispy Kreme way on the menu.
Order time. I wanted one donut and a coffee double-double. One donut was out of the question I was told. Thinking I did not really need a donut (the topic of another missive) I insisted on having only one. My friends ordered two dozen and I thought they were nuts.
So, I ate one (thinking this was my only one)....warm, sweet, melting in my mouth...and then I promptly ate 4 more.
I ate five. Five. FIVE!
Like I said, never in a mini van in Mississauga. I grew up in Scarborough.
camping!?
It's almost March! And what comes to mind in March? Camping! Well, it does for some people. Oh, the joys of camping.
"I am not the type who wants to go back to the land; I am the type who wants to go back to the hotel." -- Fran Lebowitz
Over dinner this week the question came up...."Do you want to go camping with us this year?" Ummm, somehow I escaped it last year. No camping for me. A joy! But somehow I said yes this time. Yes?!
I was a camp counselor for years. I can build a fire and keep it going. I can hike and identify edible plant life en route. I own a sleeping bag. I have a tent.
But the thrill is gone. The bugs. The dampness. The hike to pee. The sheer work of it all!
I hate it. But yet I want to do it. Like a lot of things I suppose.
I will end up in the woods this summer. And I'll like it damn it. It is good for me.
But I'd rather be at a brunch. Maybe I should hang with my brunch pals more often. No one in that group ever suggests camping. We shop and talk shop. The last place we went as a group (besides brunch) is NYC. We did not sleep in a tent. We hardly slept at all. Kinda like camping that way - but way different.
