Saturday, April 30, 2011

The log chute

Last weekend, I did a bunch of climbing around the formerly old, now restored/rebuilt log chute up in Haliburton. The water was so low, it offered some unique opportunities to get up close to it -- I was able to climb all the way out to the end.

It was Easter, which was lovely, Charlie and M3I were hiking nearby, and I was alone with the log chute. It's one of my favourite places to take pictures. While I was doing just that, I realized it'd been years since I'd been out doing nothing but taking pictures that pleased me.

Speaking of the logging industry, my grandfather was a lumber camp safety inspector.

The end.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Kindness is key

This past week, my place of work, which I lovingly refer to as Jobsite I, won an award - it's one of the top places to work for in Canada (we're in the top 20 small companies). Pretty cool, eh?

We all had to answer a questionnaire for the award submission. But I'll tell you why our company really won: we get to work with a great bunch of people. My colleagues are smart, fun, kind and supportive, and they care about their work, and they/we care about each other. And I plan to stay there as long as this is true.

Some examples:

This week is extremely busy for me, and at one point today, one of the account people, who'd been sending me urgent proofreads for the past week, came over to my desk. "Whatcha got?" I asked. "Nothing," he said. I looked at him in surprise. "I just came over to thank you for working through all that stuff for us."


Also, my boss, who is also by now a great friend, told me she'd do a big chunk of the work I've got on my plate - over the weekend, if I needed her to. It's her Easter weekend too, right? She offered because she's a seriously wonderfully nice person.


I worked at home for a day and a half last week because of my stomach bug. No fewer than three people asked me today if I was feeling better.


These days are busy and I sure work hard at that place, but it's a good place. (And a damn site better than wretched Jobsite X!)

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Rotten frigging disease

A young woman I work with recently got the bad news - a malignancy. She's facing this with an awesome attitude. And while there's never a great time to get this kind of bad news, it's especially terrifying cuz she's on mat. leave, with a three-month-old baby, her first.

She's having surgery today. Let's hope it produces good news.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

A marathon, a revelation, a vow and a craving

I've just worked a marathon. Came home yesterday part-way through the day, feeling nauseous and rotten. Of course, right off the bat, I thought it had to be stress or some emotional affliction. Funny, I always go there first!

But my tum was upset for real - and workwise I still had reason to think it was stress. I worked on a copydeck for a "website refresh" until 10pm - tho in between had some pasta (food sometimes helps, right?) and helped Charlie with his homework.

Was back up and at it at 7 this morning, figuring I'd do a bit then go to work, but, again, my tum and the proximity of the facilities kept me home. I worked through to 2:30 and seeing that I'd actually done all the work I needed to do - which was an awesome amount - I gently plopped myself into bed and slept for two hours.

The revelation: I can get an insane amount of work done from home.

Fewer distractions and interuptions combined with the necessity of a deadline are great for productivity. I also think that much slower internet service and a small laptop screen help to keep me from the distractions of the wretched WWW.

I feel like I'm read-read-reading compulsively, and I'm therefore vowing to stay off the morbidly attention-getting "'net" during my working hours. Oh yes I am. If I can go through all my magazines and get the keepers down to less than 20, I can stay off the internet for personal reading while at work. If I can actually part with a large chunk of my china, I can do it.

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I've got this weird craving for a gin and tonic. I'm thinking since my gut is still gurgling I'd best not give into it.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Charlie's happiness scale

Charlie loves numbers and measurements; a few days ago, M3I got him an odometre/spedometre for his bike, and he's already ridden 15 km out of the pure joy of racking up the kilometres.

Often on the weekend (a happy time for the three of us), he wants to know what level I'm at on the happiness scale. Now, let me get this right; at the bottom, working upwards: black minus (minus is very important), black, black plus, red minus, red, red plus, yellow minus, yellow, yellow plus, green minus, green, green plus, white minus, white and white plus. It's a very solid mid-white-level day today.

We've played cards, coloured on Doodle Art, gone for a bike ride, gone to the library, then played outside (with more bike ride for Charlie in there too). Now I'm at home waiting for the males to come home from buying a basket ball, listening to Glen Campbell and having a nice chilly gin and tonic in one of Charlie's CN Tower glasses.

Life's precious. As I like to say, these are the good old days we're having right now.