Today
I mis-timed my morning so I ended up sort of rushing out the door, but still got to work only 2 minutes late, and we're not that strict about it anyway, and the staff meeting that was supposed to happen was a bit delayed because two people were on phone calls with customers anyway. And having the morning not go right meant that the day had to improve from there on!
There's a lighting fixture catalogue in the library at work (i.e., shelves in the bathroom) called "A Way of Light", and like a true language/religion nerd and quasi-Muslim I promptly thought, "صرط النور", "Siraatun-Noor", Arabic for "Way of Light" but with heavily Islamic implications. Islam is the "Siraat" or "The Way/Path" and "An-Noor" is "The Light", one of the names of God. I am such a nerd.
I'm starting to think I might need to put together a Computer Literacy 101 class for my co-workers and my boss. Shortcut keys like Ctrl+C for copying impress them.
I got to start the chore of dismantling a crystal chandelier for shipping today. A $1000 fixture. Plenty of dangly bits that had to be removed and packed in bubble-wrap. I had to wear gloves all the while to avoid getting smudgy fingerprints on the crystal. It was a bit tedious, with one heart-stopping moment when I dropped one of the danglies on the nice concrete floor, but somehow it was unscathed. And there was not even a stern look from the boss. With that much glass around (you know, pretty much every single light fixture, plus lightbulbs), some breakage is inevitable.
The boss invited us all to go to the local Business Development Corporation's annual dinner next week. Sure!
I went to kickboxing class tonight and almost "hit the wall" during one of the drills. I was partnered with my RCMP pal, who is a machine when it comes to fitness. He was goading me on to make me mad (but in a nice, good-natured way) to get more out of me, and it worked, but then I didn't have much left afterward. And this was a loooong drill, not the usual three minutes punching then three minutes while your partner punches, oh no, this was three minutes then three minutes then three minutes then three minutes of nonstop punches and knees, and then I got to hold the pads while my partner did the drill.
I hadn't planned to go to kickboxing. But after work I just felt like I needed to do something, something physically active without much brain focus. It's a great balance. It may have to become a habit. And I specifically chose the work schedule I've got (Tu/Th/Fri) because the classes I want to go to on Tu/Th don't start till 1830 so I have time to get home from work and eat supper and get to the class without having to rush out the door from work right at 1700.
One [extremely hot] guy asked me afterward how I liked the class, so I said it was good but tough "but tough is okay." He said, "Tough is necessary".
Aye, that it is, now bend over.
As a girl I knew at university used to say, "Stick a fork in me arse and turn me over, 'cause I'm done!" (seventybyheart, do you remember Dee? Murray's room mate in Barrax?)
There's a lighting fixture catalogue in the library at work (i.e., shelves in the bathroom) called "A Way of Light", and like a true language/religion nerd and quasi-Muslim I promptly thought, "صرط النور", "Siraatun-Noor", Arabic for "Way of Light" but with heavily Islamic implications. Islam is the "Siraat" or "The Way/Path" and "An-Noor" is "The Light", one of the names of God. I am such a nerd.
I'm starting to think I might need to put together a Computer Literacy 101 class for my co-workers and my boss. Shortcut keys like Ctrl+C for copying impress them.
I got to start the chore of dismantling a crystal chandelier for shipping today. A $1000 fixture. Plenty of dangly bits that had to be removed and packed in bubble-wrap. I had to wear gloves all the while to avoid getting smudgy fingerprints on the crystal. It was a bit tedious, with one heart-stopping moment when I dropped one of the danglies on the nice concrete floor, but somehow it was unscathed. And there was not even a stern look from the boss. With that much glass around (you know, pretty much every single light fixture, plus lightbulbs), some breakage is inevitable.
The boss invited us all to go to the local Business Development Corporation's annual dinner next week. Sure!
I went to kickboxing class tonight and almost "hit the wall" during one of the drills. I was partnered with my RCMP pal, who is a machine when it comes to fitness. He was goading me on to make me mad (but in a nice, good-natured way) to get more out of me, and it worked, but then I didn't have much left afterward. And this was a loooong drill, not the usual three minutes punching then three minutes while your partner punches, oh no, this was three minutes then three minutes then three minutes then three minutes of nonstop punches and knees, and then I got to hold the pads while my partner did the drill.
I hadn't planned to go to kickboxing. But after work I just felt like I needed to do something, something physically active without much brain focus. It's a great balance. It may have to become a habit. And I specifically chose the work schedule I've got (Tu/Th/Fri) because the classes I want to go to on Tu/Th don't start till 1830 so I have time to get home from work and eat supper and get to the class without having to rush out the door from work right at 1700.
One [extremely hot] guy asked me afterward how I liked the class, so I said it was good but tough "but tough is okay." He said, "Tough is necessary".
Aye, that it is, now bend over.
As a girl I knew at university used to say, "Stick a fork in me arse and turn me over, 'cause I'm done!" (seventybyheart, do you remember Dee? Murray's room mate in Barrax?)