Today was…interesting

So, I was late to work today…

And just as I walked in, mentally going over my to-do list, I was given more work to do and my prep time reduced.

The result wasn’t pretty.

Good news, though. We’re washing our two fluff balls this weekend. Definitely going to have a post about that nightmare.

 

 

If we were having coffee

If we were having coffee we’d be at a new coffee shop. I’ve just discovered it. It opened up near my Day Job Place (of all places) and it’s delightful. Part coffee-house, part restaurant, it’s cozy, classy and full of daylight. It had free Wi-Fi and plenty of sitting space, so the only remaining question was the quality of its coffee.

 

 

I ordered one and got the picture to the left…and it tastes even better than it looks. Absolutely delicious. Yum!

 

 

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that this week has been a whirl of madness. Coming back to work was exciting, terrifying, insanely busy and fulfilling all at once. I have a job that causes a rainbow of emotions in me. I’ve been doing it for a while but it still manages to both surprise and challenge me. 

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that the weather has been causing me no end of worries. These incredible storms are terrifying. I wonder if this is the result of humankind’s lack of environmental responsibility and care.  I hope this doesn’t mean even worse storms for the upcoming generations. I worry for the poor victims of Harvey and Irma. I hope people (and pets) have made it to shelter.

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Finally, I’d thank Part Time Monster for running the ever-awesome Weekend Coffee Share!

How about you? How was your week?

If we were having coffee

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you that this week has been my last week off before returning to work and I’m not sure I’m ready to head back. My Day Job is working with the public and though it’s both challenging and rewarding, I’m sort of scared to head back. The introvert in me is hiding in her shell.

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In other news, Ocean, our furry girl akita, has decided that her diet of kibble and treats we give her is not up to her Royal Fluffiness standards and has started to eat things outside in the yard. The yard being mostly made of grass and dirt, she’s eating said grass, some crab apples she finds and, most disturbingly, wild mice that she somehow catches. It’s this last part that worries me the most because wild mice aren’t exactly disease free. Also, she swallows the things and then has to puke them back up because her system can’t handle them whole. The entire thing is both incredibly disgusting and disturbing. How she likes to eat that when we give her healthy kibble, fruits, tuna and clean water is a mystery.

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Finally, this week my hubby has been furnishing his new office which means I’ve been drafted into helping him. Me, being incredibly strong and muscular (ahem!) I basically huff and puff and try to lift one end of the furniture while my husband curses in British and wonders why he didn’t invite his buddies to help out. I concur.

How about you? How was your week?

Weekend Coffee Share is run by Part Time Monster. A huge thanks for her for running it.

I might be a little jaded

I have a feeling this hope-inducing retreat might have backfired. Certainly everyone there was incredibly positive. Almost to the point of being a little eerie. When asked how they were doing, they weren’t okay, they were super!! And they didn’t smile, they grinned from ear to ear until I could see all their molars.

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Still, there were hopeful signs. We had a Father Jim, who showed up dressed in something I wouldn’t give a beggar, who told us to avoid confessing our sins. Someone else staged a posse to get drunk the one night we were there. And, the last day, while I was trying my best to focus on yet another speech, I saw at least five people texting on their phones.

If I had any left over stars and unrealistic expectations from my retreat, one day back at work efficiently destroyed any of them. The public I work with managed their worst behaviour yet by shouting, throwing things and basically acting like monkeys. They didn’t throw faeces around but the week’s not over yet. There’s always today.

So I signed up to go to next year’s retreat.

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It’s so good to be home!

I’m such a home body. It’s something that’s never been as clear to me as during this one day away from home. I missed my home terribly. I missed my dogs, my hubby and the lovely conveniences of having TV, internet and a phone.

This retreat was like entering a different time period. The entire building was massive, set in a place among 150 acres of forest with lakes and trails that were beautiful if you’re a squirrel and want to leg it.

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The place was as quiet as a tomb and incredibly laberinth-like. There were stairs and twisted corridors everywhere. No matter which you took, it turned and ended up in a different area of the building. I got lost more times than I can count.

The rooms were microscopic…and filled with dead flies. The staff was just as minuscule consisting only of about 4 people. They did everything from cooking to welcoming us to telling us the rules of the place. No outside shoes. Everyone had to go around in slippers.

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The food was great…except for the coffee cups. They were the size of thimbles and I just about had it. In an act of unparalleled rebellion, I seized one of their cereal bowls and used it for coffee. People stared…but I couldn’t have cared less. In the mornings, I need coffee.

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We did a lot of ‘circles’ where we sat and listened to our ‘leaders’ tell us how to work better. I tried to be a good listener and appreciate what they were saying but it was hard and, with each passing hour, it got harder. By the second day, I wasn’t the only one dissociating. I counted 7 heads nodding while the last speaker rambled on.

The group leader only had to say that it was time to go before I was gone. I was the first out of the building and the first car out of the lot. I came home relishing loud music on the radio, shouting it out as I drove.

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My doggies were thrilled to see me and my hubby even had flowers waiting.

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What have I missed? What are you guys up to?

 

A tiny announcement

A teeny, tiny announcement: I won’t be around much this Tuesday night or Wednesday. 😦

My Day Job has come up with work-like retreat for us hard working folk where they can tell us how to do our job not just all day but overnight as well. When no one volunteered to go, they demanded someone and finally threatened that they’d choose. Thinking it couldn’t be that bad, I volunteered to go. After work today, I’ll rush home, pack, reassure my pooches that I’m coming back and go to the ‘retreat’ where I’ll stay until Wednesday.

In my innocence, I thought they’d put us up in a hotel.

Then I saw the website. This is no hotel.

I started hoping that at least they’d have Wi-Fi.

Then I saw the picture of the rooms and I settled for them having a TV or a phone.

Nope to all of the above. No Wi-Fi, no TV’s, no Phones and certainly no room service.

What they do have are plastic covers over the mattresses. And moth balls. And there are plenty of trees in this remote location but no reception for cell phones.

I promise more details on my return. I’ll be watching the locals and taking notes. No strange behaviour will go undocumented.

Leaving on a more positive note, I found this beautiful little rose in a plant in our yard and took a picture. You’ll have to take my word for it that it was beautiful because the photograph doesn’t do it justice (I took it). I sat there freezing for over half an hour with dogs licking my face waiting for the flower to stop moving…and this is what I got as a result.

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All blurry. Honestly. How do Gene’O or That Montreal Girl do it?

Writing with a day job

I have a day job. It provides a steady pay check and benefits and they cover things like the mortgage, bills, clothes, food and extras like doggies. Those are the benefits, the problem is it sucks up so much writing time.

Because it’s a full-time job, I only write when my day job is done.

I think most of us face the choice of having to quit our day job or writing part-time. It’s a tough choice. For me, the finances take precedence, and I write part-time.

I try and balance things. I have a husband who’d like to see me more than once a week and doggies who need petting. Some where in there, I work out and find time to write. Oh…and there’s this blog…It’s not easy to find time for everything.

Here’s a post by Nathan Bransford on how he finds balance with his day job.

Here’s another by Skye Callahan on her struggles to find balance.

How do you do it? Or, better still, how do you wish you could do it?