The Streetcar Chronicles

I’ve written about work more than I’ve meant to lately. How’s about some tales of fun nights spent with friends?

After two cancellations on our part, S and I were finally able to get together for dinner with our friends Christine and T. Both S and I had felt pretty bad that our stomach issues had resulted in our plans being postponed, especially since we wanted to celebrate Christine’s 29th birthday. This past Friday, we went out to a happening Sushi restaurant in our ‘hood.

S and I arrived at 7:30 and only two tables in the restaurant were occupied. Given a choice of seating, S and I elected to sit in the booth in the window. “Does this place ever get busy?” S asked me as we settled in to our seats. Not long after, we were joined by Christine and T.

Christine was as bubbly as ever as we chatted about what we’ve been up to the last few weeks. Christine is a regular reader of the blog so she came to dinner with a few questions for me regarding the breakfast with executives I had participated in earlier in the week. She and S exchanged stories of frustrating HR personnel at their respective companies and then I answered her questions about the breakfast initiative at the office.

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I won’t go into detail about how crappy I felt yesterday. I’ll start with this morning; I woke up feeling much better. I wasn’t 100%, but I was close.

S had made brunch plans with her former colleague Cynthia for this morning. I was going to go to, but I thought it best that I stay home. S got up early and got herself ready. I didn’t get up until close to nine and started the day off by taking the pup out for her walk. It was pretty slushy out with the mild temperatures melting the snow we got yesterday. The gal pal was not happy with having to wear her booties, especially since they were getting wet in all of the puddles. It was a short walk as she didn’t want to be out there.

Back home, S came up from the basement, just about ready. We talked a bit about how I was feeling and Cynthia’s visit. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?” S asked me.

“Nah, I probably shouldn’t. Besides, I haven’t even showered yet,” I replied. We carried on, I enjoying my coffee and S getting dressed.

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The nature of the game is essentially to fill in the next value in the series:

Monday: Liz’s mom gets sick with a stomach bug
Tuesday: Liz’s nephew gets sick with a stomach bug
Wednesday: Liz’s dad gets sick with a stomach bug. Also on Wednesday, Liz visits her parents’.
Thursday: Liz’s brother gets sick with a stomach bug.
Friday: Guess who got sick with a stomach bug?

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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.

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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.

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