What better way to end the work week then with some puppy and cat cuteness?
Oh Marigold. Such a sweet woman who’s English (or lack thereof sometimes) just makes her all the more endearing.
The other day she was practically in tears in frustration as it was taking her computer ten minutes to open a file and her boss was barking at her to run some reports. “I cannot work like this!” she said, throwing her hands up in the air.
There’s been some news that I’ve wanted to share on here but I’ve had to keep a lid on it. Until today, that is.
S received a promotion at work. She found out last week, but the announcement didn’t go out until today so I had to refrain from posting it since some of her colleagues read this here blog.
In three years, S has risen through the ranks it’s taken other people twenty years to climb. Her talent, ambition and intelligence have stood out and to see her being recognized makes me so very proud.
I had a lovely experience on the TTC this afternoon. I was getting on a streetcar on my way home during rush hour. It was a bit tricky since I had a grocery bag full of items I had picked up and I had my backpack that I’d removed off of my shoulder to make it easier to navigate the crowded streetcar.
I flashed my metropass at the driver and then put it in my coat pocket while trying to juggle the two bags in my hands. “Behind the line,” the driver said.
I shifted where I was to get a better vantage point of how full the car was so that I could begin walking through it. That’s when it happened.
Today’s been a great Sunday. What’s made it so great? A fantastic outing with friends. S and I had brunch plans with P, K, Christine and T. K and P came in from the ‘burbs together and they pulled up outside the house in a car we had never seen before. “Who’s car is that?” S asked.
“Maybe K had a man stay over and she took his car,” I quipped. P brought the two dogs (hers and K’s) into the house and then we left. On the way to the restaurant, we chatted about the car (it’s a rental while K’s car gets repaired), the week’s events and the fact that P hasn’t noticed that I’ve been wearing make-up for awhile.
We got to the restaurant pretty quickly and S and I exited the car while the girls went in search of parking. We walked inside and were told it’d be about a ten minute wait as the restaurant was busy. We were standing under a vent and the heat was overbearing. K and P joined us a few minutes later and we continued our chat from the car.
