Saturday Squees
Today was a rather long day. Ang and I had gone to a friend's house last night for dinner and some gaming. We got to see some friends we hadn't seen in over a year and introduce them to Terra Mystica--currently one of our favorite games. Unfortunately, the fact that there were two new players meant that the rules had to be explained which took a good chunk of time. And then for the actual game there were five players, and that meant the game would take a long time itself (the box says the time of gameplay is half hour per player). That meant that, though I had a lot of fun, I didn't get home until 2:30 this morning. I had to be at work at 7:30 this morning. Suuuuuuuuuck.
I wound up going in late, because I needed more sleep than four hours, and it really doesn't matter on Saturdays if we're late. Our boss isn't there and never checks the time clocks, and we only had one first-thing-in-the-morning appointment. So I got up at like 7:45, showered, and took off.
The day itself went well. Nothing major happened. We had one difficult client, but even that wasn't too bad. We had a really good crew working today and that made the day go smooth and quickly. Still, by the time quitting time rolled around I was ready to come home. I just wanted to be with Angelo, and I knew we had a friend coming over that I wanted to be able to hang with a little even if the plan was to play another five+ hour game--something I thoroughly was not interested in (hence why I'm writing up a post while Ang, Justin, and Ziggy play the aforementioned game XD). Before I could come home though, I had to make a stop at a client's house.
Simon's owner came back into town last night and was anxious to meet with me and hear exactly how he did, and to pay me the rest of what she owed me. So I arranged to stop by and have a small chat with her on my way home.
When I left work, I was ready to just go home. I wanted to curl up on the couch with my favorite blanket, my laptop, and a good show. In other words, I really didn't want to do much of anything. That hasn't changed since meeting with her, but my meeting did go incredibly well. I got a huge confidence boost with her~ She had been in Aruba for a month and the way she kept up with how Simon (her cat) was doing was to follow along with my pictures of him on my business Facebook page. "I knew he was doing alright when I saw your pictures," she said. I was glad that my hobby of photography could ease her a little bit. She'd been through a lot this year (had surgery, was hospitalized multiple times, and not to mention all the stuff she had to do with Simon--he'd been to the kitty hospital quite a bit as well) and deserved a break. Touching as that was to hear, that wasn't what made me so freaking elated on my drive home.
Irina went on to tell me that apparently my photos were a hit on the beach. She'd go down there and everyone would ask how Simon was doing and ask her to pull up the latest photos of him! As if that weren't enough to make me smile, she told me she loved all my photos and that they were professional quality!! I am not really sure that my photos are that high in quality yet, but I can't deny that hearing someone say that sent me through the roof with happiness. I absolutely love taking pictures and finding the right angle, the right lighting, etc. And I love the challenge of getting good pet photos (have you tried getting a cat or super excitable dog to hold still long enough to get a good, nonblurry photo? That takes some patience that does!), so it is always highly appreciated and welcomed when someone tells me they like my art. <3
Simon <3
Photography things aside, Irina was asking me how Simon did while she was gone. I told her all the updates I could and she had a few medicine questions for me. Like, Simon didn't eat his wet food today. But there's a medicine in his wet food that he needs. Would it hurt him to miss a day? Should she be concerned? I told her no, to not worry, that over the past month there were a few days where Simon just didn't eat much. As long as he was going to the bathroom regularly (he suffers from chronic constipation) then everything would be okay. She also asked me what a medicine she had in her fridge was that one of the senior doctors prescribed, when she should give it, etc. I told her what it was for, that she really didn't need to give it unless she noticed Simon vomiting, and that he hadn't needed it at all while she was gone. Knowing exactly what all the meds did and being able to answer her questions was another good confidence boost. I love working with animals and have been trying to pick up as much knowledge of things along the way. That I could answer her questions without having to stop and think or refer to someone else felt really good.
I wound up going in late, because I needed more sleep than four hours, and it really doesn't matter on Saturdays if we're late. Our boss isn't there and never checks the time clocks, and we only had one first-thing-in-the-morning appointment. So I got up at like 7:45, showered, and took off.
The day itself went well. Nothing major happened. We had one difficult client, but even that wasn't too bad. We had a really good crew working today and that made the day go smooth and quickly. Still, by the time quitting time rolled around I was ready to come home. I just wanted to be with Angelo, and I knew we had a friend coming over that I wanted to be able to hang with a little even if the plan was to play another five+ hour game--something I thoroughly was not interested in (hence why I'm writing up a post while Ang, Justin, and Ziggy play the aforementioned game XD). Before I could come home though, I had to make a stop at a client's house.
Simon's owner came back into town last night and was anxious to meet with me and hear exactly how he did, and to pay me the rest of what she owed me. So I arranged to stop by and have a small chat with her on my way home.
When I left work, I was ready to just go home. I wanted to curl up on the couch with my favorite blanket, my laptop, and a good show. In other words, I really didn't want to do much of anything. That hasn't changed since meeting with her, but my meeting did go incredibly well. I got a huge confidence boost with her~ She had been in Aruba for a month and the way she kept up with how Simon (her cat) was doing was to follow along with my pictures of him on my business Facebook page. "I knew he was doing alright when I saw your pictures," she said. I was glad that my hobby of photography could ease her a little bit. She'd been through a lot this year (had surgery, was hospitalized multiple times, and not to mention all the stuff she had to do with Simon--he'd been to the kitty hospital quite a bit as well) and deserved a break. Touching as that was to hear, that wasn't what made me so freaking elated on my drive home.
Irina went on to tell me that apparently my photos were a hit on the beach. She'd go down there and everyone would ask how Simon was doing and ask her to pull up the latest photos of him! As if that weren't enough to make me smile, she told me she loved all my photos and that they were professional quality!! I am not really sure that my photos are that high in quality yet, but I can't deny that hearing someone say that sent me through the roof with happiness. I absolutely love taking pictures and finding the right angle, the right lighting, etc. And I love the challenge of getting good pet photos (have you tried getting a cat or super excitable dog to hold still long enough to get a good, nonblurry photo? That takes some patience that does!), so it is always highly appreciated and welcomed when someone tells me they like my art. <3
Simon <3
Photography things aside, Irina was asking me how Simon did while she was gone. I told her all the updates I could and she had a few medicine questions for me. Like, Simon didn't eat his wet food today. But there's a medicine in his wet food that he needs. Would it hurt him to miss a day? Should she be concerned? I told her no, to not worry, that over the past month there were a few days where Simon just didn't eat much. As long as he was going to the bathroom regularly (he suffers from chronic constipation) then everything would be okay. She also asked me what a medicine she had in her fridge was that one of the senior doctors prescribed, when she should give it, etc. I told her what it was for, that she really didn't need to give it unless she noticed Simon vomiting, and that he hadn't needed it at all while she was gone. Knowing exactly what all the meds did and being able to answer her questions was another good confidence boost. I love working with animals and have been trying to pick up as much knowledge of things along the way. That I could answer her questions without having to stop and think or refer to someone else felt really good.