Thursday, August 24, 2017

Stress - need a mental health day

I feel achy. Physically, I feel a dull ache all over my body towards the end of the day. It's such an odd feeling. It has persisted for a couple of days now.

I have a feeling that it is stress-related. One of my students is wrapping up her workterm on Friday. My other two students end their term the following week. I go back to handling everything until folks come and relieve me.

Next workterm, I only have one student. I also have one full-time person taking over most of my duties, but she needs to clear a background check. This check can take weeks.

I am supposedly moving on to do process work. However, my manager continues to dump ridiculous tasks on me. I truly don't have time to do work that he can easily do.

Tomorrow, which is really today, I am taking a sick day. I need a mental health break. I also need a physical one.

It is important to listen to what your body is saying. Mine is screaming for some rest. I can also tell that it is stress-related when the left side of my neck gets tight.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Grabbing my cinnamon buns and spanking me

I don't have a whole lot of time to look at tweets these days. This cute one from Cinnabon made me smile.


I shared it with my guy. He agreed that he should be the one to grab my buns, put me over his lap, pull down my panties, and spank me hard like the bad girl that I am.

If my guy was on Twitter, I would read his feed containing tweets like this one!

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Solar eclipse and full moon

I thought that I would miss the solar eclipse on Monday. After all, I was at work when it happened.

I went to the lunchroom to fill my cup with hot tea. I saw five guys try and take photos from the window. They didn't have any special eclipse glasses on. Yikes!

My colleague let me know that there were folks downstairs who were happy to share their safe cardboard glasses with folks. She's sweet. We went down together, along with my manager and another one.

Sure enough, Sharky, who lusts after me, according to my guy, told us that the IT guy would share his glasses with us. I am fortunate to have a decent working relationship with him. Sure enough, he shared his glasses with me.

I put them on. Everything was black in my view, except for the cool, orange crescent moon. Whoa! I was impressed.

Naturally, on Twitter, I came across this gem:


I love the Fifty Shades movie series. I love this play on words from Fifty Shades of Grey. I couldn't help but laugh. Hard!

Monday, August 21, 2017

Fiddling with an old BlackBerry from my past

A few years ago, I had a BlackBerry Bold as my cell phone. It was my phone for three solid years.

I am not a business-savvy person. I didn't sell it. Instead, it just sat there in a desk drawer.

A few months ago, I found it. I decided to charge the phone and see what it would do. It booted up fine, still remembering that I was last signed in on October 12, 2012.

The battery doesn't hold a charge all that well. At most, it lasts a full day without doing much. In the past, I could go four days of medium usage before I truly needed to charge it. Ah, the beauty of not having a touchscreen!

Last night, I decided to unlock the phone. You can do it for free. It works fine with my new current cell phone provider, except that my e-mail can't be fetched.

I decided to get a new battery for the phone. I should get it sometime this week in the mail.

As much as I love my Google Pixel phone, part of me likes the idea of having a smaller phone with only the basics that I need. The e-mail part doesn't work right now. It doesn't bother me. I am good with the phone and text messages working. If I truly need to use e-mail, I can always use the browser to access it.

It's sort of my side project to figure out what works and what doesn't with this phone these days.

The funny thing is that I also have an iPhone 3G. We'll see what I end up doing with that phone!


Sunday, August 20, 2017

Wearing yoga pants with no panties

The other day, I was at the post office to pick up a few parcels. There was a bit of a lineup.

In front of me was a woman who was wearing athletic yoga pants. They had a zebra pattern, except that it was more grey and white. She also had sneakers that you simply slide your feet into them.

She was jiggling her leg such that her butt was giggling with her. I couldn't help but to notice everything moving. 

I'm not big on anyone shaking their foot or leg when they are sitting down, let alone standing up. Somehow, it feels like a minor earthquake is happening.

I do like looking at butts. I always have. Male or female, I'll look! She did not have any underwear on. It made me think whether yoga pants have some sort of gusset these days. They certainly don't support jiggling.

As you can tell, I don't own a pair of yoga pants. I like wearing shorts or leggings when I work out.

I wonder whether my guy would like the idea of my wearing no underwear with yoga pants. I'll need to ask him what his thoughts are.

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Bowling, lunch, beer, and puns

The workweek is finally over. Yay!

It has been an interesting, busy week. I was supposed to interview a candidate for a student internship position. He stood my manager and me up. It turns out that he thought the interview was for next Thursday. Yes, he thought it was a week later.

On a good note, I had fun going to a team bowling event on Thursday, having lunch with the same group on Friday, and grabbing a beer with my manager after work to end the workweek. Everything seems to have balanced out.

As for my guy, he recently entered a contest to win a Ford Mustang. My guy is punny. I decided to tease him with his pun.
"How come Yukon not win a GMC?!" I asked him.
"You're cute," he said, smiling at me.
We are a punny couple, which helps.

Friday, August 18, 2017

Testes job being processed

At work on Thursday, I had submitted a job to be processed. I write for a living and needed to see what my output looked like.

Naturally, there can be a number of jobs being run simultaneously. There were five other jobs happening.

One writer ended up creating a project called Testes and submitting a job to see its output. Nope, no joke. Testes.

Maybe I should create its sidekick, Penis.

Naturally, it makes more sense if I submit a job called Spank Me. My guy would make sure that this job would be completed by him!

It's never a dull day at work.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Dreaming of a library and the fountain of cum

I had a couple of vivid dreams last night. The first one had me in an elaborate library, trying to renew my library card.

It's interesting that it wasn't my first time dreaming about being in such a setting. I will need to do a bit of research to figure out what all this symbolism means in a dream.

I also dreamt of giving my guy a handjob. His juices flowed down his erect cock as if it were some sort of fountain. Yes, the fountain of cum!

Again, I can only speculate that I miss my guy and I want to be near his fountain of cum.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Tea tree oil allergic reaction - fuller lips

I have a facial wash that has tea tree oil in it. I have been using it for a few months now, alternating between it and another cleanser.

Yesterday, I cleansed my face using it. I got some on my lip. I use a facial brush to clean my face. After I was done, I rinsed my face off.

Well, I didn't realize it later, but I ended up with a minor allergic reaction. Even though the tea tree cleanser was on my lip for a couple of minutes, it was enough to plump part of my upper lip. It was a bit itchy and red.

I told my guy about it. Naturally, he was concerned.
"Are you okay?" he asked me.
"Yes. I have Reactine, so I took a pill to calm the allergic reaction," I replied.
"Good," he said. "You already have full lips. I can't imagine your having even larger lips that are itchy."
"That's true. You have nice full lips, too," I noted.
"They miss yours a lot," he admitted.
My lips are fine today. I just need to be careful with my facial cleaner.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Headache and stress

There are some folks who stress me out at work. On Monday, two of them managed to do so.

I ended up with a headache after lunch. My manager sits next to me. The last time I had a headache, I ended up with an eye stroke in my right eye. It felt similar, so I took it easy.

I ended up taking a couple of pain killers, drank some hot tea, tried walking around the floor at work, and ended up relaxing in a small meeting room. It all helped a bit, but I still had a headache.

My manager indicated that if I wasn't feeling better after half an hour, I should go home. Of course, I needed to be okay driving. I ended up leaving early at 16:00.

I do feel better. It has been a while since I have felt this stressed out. Luckily, I am working from home for a couple of days. I should be able to destress.

Monday, August 14, 2017

Teaching and spanking

My guy teaches a course during both the spring and fall sessions. It's good because the educational institution isn't far from work. It's pretty much equidistant from where we both live.
"What would happen if I showed up in your class?" I asked him.
"It would be similar to your showing up at one of my training sessions at work. Your presence would make my day," he admitted.
"You're sweet," I replied.
"You would definitely make teaching more interesting. I would make you stay after class and spank you for being a bad student," he said.
"When is your class starting?" I asked, with both of us grinning at each other.
It's nice that we both like to fantasize.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Installing an instant messaging app on my guy's phone and wanting to be spanked

My guy is the first to admit that he doesn't like technology. I have always found that to be an interesting remark, as we both work in the technology sector. He does pretty well under the circumstances.

We have an instant messaging app at work that all employees use often. I asked my guy a while back whether he has installed it on his phone. He did install the app, but had some problems configuring it.

The other day, at our usual Chinese restaurant, I helped him with the configuration. Moments later, he was able to sign in and use the app. He was happy.
"You are my geeky girl. Thank you," he said, smiling at me.
"You're welcome. I'm your geeky gadget girl, right?" I asked him.
"Yes, you sure are," he confirmed.
"I'm your good geeky gadget girl," I said, smiling.
"Um, that depends. I like when you are bad, so I can bend you over and smack your butt hard," he admitted.
I like when he tells me that I am bad. It makes me happy and horny.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Lovetaps and smacks

After giving my guy a handjob while resting my head on his bare thigh, we rested in the same positions. I was lying on my left side after being fingers by him on the other end.

We chatted after sex. My guy started to lightly smack my bare butt, alternating between butt cheeks.
"Changing positions makes me think that it was a bad idea," I playfully said to him.
"No, it's a great idea," he said, giving me another smack.
"Bad idea," I replied.
"Excellent idea," he confirmed, smacking me yet again.
"Such a role reversal!" I exclaimed, with him punctuating my sentence with another smack.
The slaps continued as we continued to chat.
"Are you going to stop?" I asked him curiously.
"I don't want to. I love your butt," he said, giving me another smack.
"At this rate, I am going to be sore," I replied.
"Good. You're my bad girl," he said, giving me several light lovetaps.
He caressed the top part of my hip. He loves how smooth my skin is in this area. I love that he loves all of me.

Friday, August 11, 2017

Kisses and boob squeezes

My guy had to run an errand this past weekend. He said bye to me for a bit. He kissed both sides of my face, which I enjoy.
"I love when you smile at me," I said, with my hands on each side of his face.
"I love when you smile back at me," he replied.
We kissed. He then helped himself to both boobs and gave them a light squeeze.
"Hey, that's new. Is that going to be the norm?" I asked him, demonstrating on his not-so-well-endowed breasts.
"Yes," he smiled, repeating the squeeze procedure.
My black lacy bra has a bit of a push-up factor. It's a light support bra. He likes my breasts, especially when I wear this bra.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Compatibility test - laundry

My guy and I get along, which is one reason why we have been a couple for a while. We both came to the conclusion that we are compatible. We aren't carbon copies of each other, but we have some differences that make things fun.

One topic that we both like is laundry. Another is cleaning. We never get bored of figuring out how to clean items. We both enjoy doing laundry.
"Can you wash your sneakers in the washer?" my guy asked me.
"Sure, I have done it. It works pretty well. I don't have a dishwasher, but I would recommend using that because you do," I pointed out.
"Really?" he said, intrigued.
"Yes, it works even better than the washer," I replied.
"My sneakers are muddy from camping, so I'll give it a try."
Compatibility makes a relationship so much easier. We learn from each other and we grow.

Wednesday, August 09, 2017

Flipping things around for a handjob and fingering

My guy and I spent a lot of time on our king bed in our hotel room. My entire stay this weekend was on points that I had accumulated, which is always a good feeling.

We were both naked, except for my wearing a black bra. I reached over to his penis, which was fully erect.

I did something a bit different than my normal handjob. I decided to rest my head on his lap, to have a close view of his member and balls. My guy got a good view of my bare butt.

He fingered me from behind as I jerked his hard cock.
"Can I f*ck you from behind?" he asked me.
"You are finger-f*cking me already. If you want to, you can," I said, extending the invitation.
Well, it was too late. My guy indicated that he was about to ejaculate. I told him that it was okay. He came. It was nice witnessing his cum going down his penis, right in front of me, and coating a good portion of my hand.

My guy liked playing with my butt while I was making him happy. We were both happy, to say the least! It was nice changing up our positions. More about this fine position in my next post.

Tuesday, August 08, 2017

A freshly shaved head and hotel sex

When I first saw my guy at the hotel room, I couldn't help but to caress his head.
"It's so smooth and nice," I said.
"It's freshly shaved just for you. I did it thirty minutes ago," he replied.
"It's nice and sexy, just like you," I noted.
He smiled. He noted that my room smelled like nail polish. I explained that I had to touch up my nail polish. He looked at my purple polish and liked it.

He also liked my short skirt. I also had a blue and white striped t-shirt. My guy decided to undress.
"Are those new pants?" I asked him.
"It's a long story, but I got them in Frankfurt," he pointed out.
"Ah, probably when you had to stay an extra night," I recalled as he nodded.
"Take off your skirt," he said.
I didn't exactly have a chance to do it myself. He took off both my skirt and panties. He went ahead and attempted to undo my bra. He took a quick peek.
"You're wearing the black bra. I want to see it on you," he said, taking my t-shirt off.
He played with my bra straps, pulling them down. He liked the look.

We cuddled for a bit. He kissed my neck and back, which was nice. I caressed his chest. We then kissed.

We moved down the bed and stretched out. Our legs were intertwined. We hugged and kissed. I groped his butt. He groped my breast.

He got on top of me and we had a passionate, loving experience. We both came. We relaxed for a bit.
"We can't do that in the treehouse," he said, smiling.
"That's true. King-sized beds are roomy," I replied.
It was a good start to our staycation together.

Monday, August 07, 2017

Tardy guy surprises me with an early welcome

I arrived in my guy's town at around 18:00 on Saturday. My guy texted me.
"Hey, are you at the hotel?" he asked me.
"Yes, I just checked in. You can swing by whenever you're ready," I wrote back.
"Are you good if I swing by at 19:00?" he asked me.
"Sure," I replied, providing the hotel room number.
My guy tends to be tardy. I am the punctual one.

He knocked on the door at 18:45. Miracles happen.

I opened the door. He had a huge smile on his face. He walked in. We hugged and kissed.
"You're early," I said, surprised.
"Yes. I couldn't wait to see you," he said sweetly.
I'm glad that he showed up early.

Sunday, August 06, 2017

A thoughtful call before travelling along a busy highway

This long weekend couldn't have come at a better time. Work has been busy. It has been the perfect time to unwind, relax, and spend some time with my guy.

I made it to his town just fine. Traffic, for some reason, seems to be bad on highway 401, no matter what time of the day it is. I managed to bypass half of my journey along this highway on Saturday afternoon. When I got on it, there were some stop-and-go moments, but it was smooth otherwise.

Before I left my home, my guy called me.
"Hey, sweetie," I answered. "How are you?"
"I can't wait to see you," he said cheerfully.
He wished me a safe trip. I always like when he calls.

Saturday, August 05, 2017

Packed for this long weekend

I am all packed. 

Leather paddle? Check.

Short skirt, black bra, and low-cut t-shirt? Check.

My guy and I spending time together completes our checklist for this long weekend.

Friday, August 04, 2017

Boat cruise, achy legs, and my guy

On Thursday, my entire team went out for an departmental outing. We did a boat cruise along Lake Ontario. It was relaxing and great.

I spent the rest of the day by the waterfront before I met up with a former student, who is now a friend, for dinner. It was wonderful catching up and chatting for over three hours.

I did overdo the walking part. Right now, my legs are tired and a bit achy.

I get to see my guy on Saturday. I can't wait!

Thursday, August 03, 2017

Fraudulent credit card charges

I was working from home on Wednesday. I received an e-mail from the credit card company that issued my corporate credit card. It has an early credit fraud department. Just having that alone impressed me.

I continued reading the e-mail. There were four transactions that occurred rapidly on my card. The credit card company indicated that they were suspicious.

After analyzing them, these transactions were not made my me. In the e-mail, there was a button to click if at least one of these transactions were fraudulent. I did just that, which automatically froze my credit card from any new transactions.

The first three transactions were peanuts. They were flagged as being transactions done in Virginia, in different towns. The first one was just under $1. It made me believe that it was a test to see if my credit card was valid. The next charge was under $8, followed by one registering $13.

The last charge was the largest. It was for over $2,100. I didn't recognize the location.

I gave my credit card company a call. It's US-based. When the automated voice asked to confirm my identity, I pressed the 1 button on my phone. The call disconnected. I did this a couple of times more. The same thing happened.

Instead, I called the number on the back of my credit card, which automatically forwarded me to the early fraud department. I do like this credit card company. All four transactions were immediately declined. I had a helpful woman tell me what steps were going to happen.

It turns out that the over $2,100 transaction was for liquor in Vietnam. First, that's a ton of liquor! Second, if I wanted a booze fix, I would got to the local LCBO store and get me a bottle of whatever I wanted. The woman on the other end laughed.

Anyway, my corporate card has been closed. A new one is coming to me. More importantly, I am not liable for any of these fraudulent charges.

Peace of mind is wonderful.

Wednesday, August 02, 2017

Nail polish on toes and fingers

Sometimes, it amazes me how attentive my guy is. He notices details about me that I forget about myself.

The other day, we were walking over to his car. We were going out for lunch. We were walking and talking.

In the car, we were stopped at a red light.
"I like your nail polish. It's a pretty pink," he said, holding my left hand and observing.
"Thanks," I replied. "I found a new nail polish brand at the drugstore for $6."
"Nice," he replied. "The pink is different from the blue on your toenails," he noted.
"Wow, I'm impressed that you noticed," I remarked.
"I notice a lot about you, especially when I miss you," he said sweetly.
I rarely have the same polish colour on my fingernails and toenails. It never works out that way.

I love that he is so observant and attentive.

Tuesday, August 01, 2017

Selling highs and lows

This post will be short. I am trying to sell my iPhone 6. I am not cut out to be a seller.

I got the buyer from hell on Sunday. Just talking about how high-maintenance this woman was will take one long post. That'll be a future post. I still haven't recovered.

I ditched her. She was causing me stress.

On a good note, I posted my ad again and got a new buyer. I'm meeting him at a coffee shop a block away from my home. I am crossing my fingers that this transaction will be smooth.

My guy is much better at selling and buying goods. I don't have the knack for it. It's a good thing that I don't sell often. I am a better buyer.

Monday, July 31, 2017

Camping versus staying at a hotel

My guy is camping for five days. He departed on Sunday. I miss him already.

The funny thing is that my guy hates camping. Although he is in a camper with his family, he has never enjoyed camping.
"I would rather stay in a hotel and sleep than go camping," he told me the other day.
"Couldn't you say no?" I asked him.
"I should have. My last experience with the camper was not great. We got stuck in mud and had to call for help. I would much rather be in a hotel with you," he said sweetly.
"That'll be next week, provided that you survive this camping trip," I said, smiling.
"I will, just to be with you," he said, smiling back.
I just hope that his camping adventures go smoothly this time around.

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Purging and selling items, starting with my iPhone

I changed cell phones over half a year ago. It takes time for me to sell my previously loved phone, but I got around to it a few minutes ago.

One reason why I believe that it takes me so much time is that I am not a selling type of person. I wouldn't make a good businesswoman.

These days, I have been cleaning up around my place. I have realized that selling items that I do not use and are in excellent condition isn't a bad idea. The extra cash doesn't hurt.

So, we'll see how fast my iPhone 6 with 128 GB storage space sells. It's in excellent condition and is unlocked.

Saturday, July 29, 2017

Staycation full of cuddling, spanking, and more

Next weekend is a long weekend here. I decided to do a staycation in my guy's town. I have enough points to do it for free.

We will be spending our weekend together, which is always nice. Perhaps we may leave our hotel room.
"I can't wait to be with you all weekend long," my guy said to me the other day.
"Likewise. It'll be a lot of fun," I replied.
"Can you make sure that you bring your black bra and short skirt?" he asked me.
"Of course," I replied.
"Don't forget that leather paddle," he said.
"I won't," I replied.
We both can't wait!

Friday, July 28, 2017

HR leads to a fast, enjoyable handjob

When I reach a lethargic, dopey state after reaching orgasm, one of two things can happen to me:

  • The creative side of me kicks in
  • I am too lethargic to do anything but cuddle
On Monday, after my guy pleasured me twice, I ended up being in a creative state of mind.

I was cuddled up next to him and I reached down.
"Your cock is rectangular today," I said, hinting at the fact that I was touching his wallet in his front pocket.
"You just need to move your hand over," he said, smiling.
"Ah, yes. That's much better," I said, looking up at him.
I caressed his hard member in his slacks. My guy liked what I was doing. Eventually, I had it in my hand.

I started to make up a story while giving my guy a handjob.
"Today, I visited HR," I said to my guy.
"Oh? What's HR?" he asked me.
"Hard Rod," I said, hinting at his erect penis, which made him smile.
"HR had a jobfest. You know, handjobs and blowjobs," I remarked.
"Sounds good," my guy said, aroused and intrigued.
"I went there and had a test. The tester decided to bend me over the table and take me from behind," I indicated.
"Did you get the job?" my guy asked, as I continued jerking him off.
"Well, he would make me cum and then said that I needed to do the test again. I did it over and over until he was satisfied and ejaculated," I said.

My guy loved this on-the-fly story. He came in what felt like record time. His warm cum practically coated my entire hand. He then joined me in the same dopey, jovial state after we had cleaned up.
"Open job house, huh?" my guy noted. "You were definitely open."
"I was," I remarked.
"The recruiter asked you probing questions," he punned, which made us both laugh.
"Yes, he asked me hard-hitting questions," I replied, as we continued to laugh.
We are such a punny couple. I like that we are so compatible on tons of levels, including humour.

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Dessert after lunch - being pleasured

On Monday, my guy and I had quality time at a different parking lot across from our usual one. It was a spontaneous, after-lunch moment.

We got into his treehouse and cuddled for a bit. I love hugging him, resting my head against his chest. He kissed my forehead and held me tight.

We kissed. I love kissing him. I lose myself in each kiss.
"Take off your bra," he said to me seductively.
I took my lavender-coloured bra off, with my purple blouse still on. He caressed both breasts and made both nipples hard.

Caressing his perfectly uniform head is a dream. He shaved his head just for me.

He started lightly smacking my backside, alternating between groping and smacking it. He whispered in my ear that I was his bad girl and kissed my cheek.

He wanted to play with me. He unzipped my khaki pants. I unbuttoned them. He didn't wait to take my pants down. He helped himself to my wet pussy, reaching in my panties and fingering me until I came. I then rested in his arms for a bit.

Moments later, he decided to finger my backside. He doesn't miss a bit. I soon came yet again.

Dessert is nice after lunch.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Floss, noise-cancelling earbuds, and quality time

A while back, I bought a couple of Flosstime dental floss dispensers for my guy and me. They arrived within the last couple of weeks. On Monday, I remembered to bring his to work.

On Sunday, my guy and I were talking about noise-cancelling headphones. My guy travels on planes far more than I do these days. Having these earbuds helps a ton.

I recall having an extra pair of Sony noise-cancelling earbuds that I had purchased a while back. I had done some cleaning up around my home and said that I would look for them. Sure enough, it didn't take me long to locate them.

We were eating lunch at our usual restaurant on Monday. My guy opened his presents and was so happy.
"I can't wait to try this flossing dispenser. It's more than I thought it would be," he admitted.
"It's pretty neat. I just started using mine," I remarked.
"How much do I owe you for the earbuds?" he asked me.
"You don't owe me anything," I replied.
"No, I said that I would pay you back. How much did you pay for them?" he replied.
"I don't recall. It has been a while," I admitted.
"Well, I will have to pay you in pleasurable services, then," he noted, smiling at me.
Sure enough, after we had finished lunch, we headed to a place across from our usual parking lot (it had a number of tents set up) for some quality treehouse time.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Sweet guy with thoughtful gifts

My guy never ceases to amaze me. He is a great gift-giver.

He normally asks me what I would like for either my birthday or Christmas. I tend to give him a couple of suggestions. For my birthday, I suggested getting a glass knot. It's a beautiful glass-blown knot with various colours. The one that he got me has blue, green, and white in an eternal knot that signifies love and longevity.

I indicated a while back that he was sweet to try and replace my broken evil eye bracelet. He got me another one, except that the bracelet's length was too short. I indicated that we both have the same bracelet size. He remembered what it was today, which was impressive.

During that conversation, we also had a talk about ring size. My guy, who admits that he is horrible at buying jewellery, bought me a pretty silver ring, with a blue gemstone in the middle, and some crystals on either side of the gem. It looks like an evil eye!

At first, my guy was concerned that it was too snug on my finger. I told him that it was perfect. I simply haven't worn a ring in years. I pointed out that my ring finger was the same colour as all my other fingers, so it wasn't cutting off my circulation!

I love his thoughtful gifts. More importantly, I love him in my life.

Monday, July 24, 2017

Belated birthday gift

My guy and I talked over the phone on Sunday for about forty minutes. He was out for a walk. I was eating dinner.
"I got you your replacement gift," he said, hinting at the fact that he gave me a nice bracelet, but it was too small.
"Nice! I can't wait to see you tomorrow," I replied.
"At least I'm giving it to you in the same month, which is a good sign," he noted.
"Yes. Last year, my birthday ended up being in late August. I didn't know whether to change my birth certificate," I joked.
He is thoughtful. He didn't have to get my a replacement gift, but he's sweet that way.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Belated birthday and great gifts

On Saturday, a dear friend and I got together to celebrate our belated birthdays. We live a couple of hours away from each other.

A while back, my guy first introduced me to a cell phone mounter for your car. The mount uses magnets. He bought me one as a gift and I have been using it ever since. As one of my gifts to my friend, I got her the same one. She recently bought a car and does not have one. She does now!

My guy does give great gifts. I told him about this one and he smiled when I told him that he's great at giving gifts, too.

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Staycations and business trips

I am doing another staycation a couple of weekends from now. This time, I will be staying at a hotel in the same town where my guy lives.

It helps that I have amassed plenty of points to make my hotel stay free. It also is nice for both of us to spend time together and relax.

My guy and I talked about travelling together.
"I miss having you on my business trips," he replied, reminiscing.
"I do, too. When do you travel again? Maybe I can join you on a U.S. trip," I pondered.
"That would be great. The problem is that there isn't anything set just yet," he said.
Well, if we have to do staycations and see each other more on weekends, it's all good.

Friday, July 21, 2017

Nail polish

I have been working with three students since May. The longest-serving one has been with me since January of this year.

The building management at work had a barbeque lunch for us on Thursday. I went with my students to fetch some food. It was good. I got a beef sandwich with greens, a corn and bean salad, a Diet Pepsi, and a fudge popsicle.

I had lunch with them, which I don't often do on a Thursday. It was good.

We all had manicures. We all had different colours of polish. My three students looked at my nails and thought that I went to the salon every week.

I give myself a manicure every Sunday. I have only been to a salon once this year, if I am not mistaken. They felt that my polish looked professionally done. It was a nice compliment.

My guy loves my nails. Perhaps I don't notice how much I take care of my nails. I'm glad that I do.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Incompetent co-workers are everywhere!

It has been a busy week. My team of students and I had to work on a software release. We got our work done on time, with quality and accuracy, and planned it as far in advance as possible.

There were some hiccups. The main one was with a project manager. She used to be a software build programmer. She was supposed to train her predecessor. She failed.

It was the perfect storm. Her predecessor decided to take a week of vacation during a major software release. If I ever did that, my manager would not be impressed!

Her backup knew absolutely nothing. To make a long story short, our deliverables needed a couple of changes to two build scripts. It was a simple update for the project manager in the past. The backup build person had no clue what to do. The person who went on vacation had to come back and also had no clue how to update these scripts.

All of us asked the project manager to help out. She didn't. I don't get it. Sure, you have moved on to a different role. However, not helping folks who do not have the knowledge to edit build scripts caused even more issues.

This project manager had the audacity to tell me in an e-mail on Wednesday to send a couple of document links to someone. She even copied my manager. I looked at her responsibilities checklist that she had attached. This task was for her to do. I also have never dealt with this person.

What did I do? I sent her the links, copied my manager on my response, and restated her statement to send them to this person.

It is obvious that she can't do her job well. I am not doing it for her. I have plenty of other things to deal with. Moreover, if she can't answer any my questions, I do not owe her any favours in doing her work.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Spying and spanking

My guy and I have fun conversations.
"I saw you on the conference call this morning," he said to me.
"How come you didn't message me and say hi? Were you spying on me?" I teased.
"No, I would never spy on you. You need a good spanking for calling me a spy," he reasoned.
It's fun being good at being his bad girl.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Ha-penis and do-penis after sex

After sex, my guy and I end up having dopey conversations. We simply do.

On Thursday evening, I had just given my guy a handjob. We had cleaned up and were cuddling.
"You bring me a lot of ha-penis," I said, smiling at him while pointing at his member.
"That's clever and funny!" my guy said, with both of us laughing a lot.
Moments later, it was my guy's turn.
"How come my head hits the roof of your car?" he asked me, looking adorably like a lost little boy.
It's funny how he just sat at the edge of the seat, with his head touching the roof. He asked me why and just kept his head there.

Ah, good do-penis times!

Monday, July 17, 2017

No bra under my t-shirt makes my guy happy

A couple of weeks ago, my guy got turned on by a photo of me in shorts, showing my bare legs. I sometimes forget how turned on he gets. It doesn't take much. He simply loves who I am.

Last week, we were in the treehouse. I could tell all day that he wanted to play with my breasts. I was wearing a pink t-shirt with a scoop neckline.
"Take your bra off. I want to play with your breasts under your shirt," he said, highly aroused.
"Okay," I said.
I unfastened all bra hooks at the back. Moments later, with a bit of help from my guy (he likes to assist, being the polite person that he is), we took my bra off without having me take off my t-shirt.

He played with my breasts that were still under my t-shirt. We both enjoyed the sensation.

I then played with his hard cock in his khaki pants. He loved how my lilac polish looked on my nails as I stroked his erect member.

Eventually, we took his erect penis out of his pants and I gave him a handjob. It was good. My guy said that he loves me, as if it were a mantra.

He came. We saw cum. We did well.

We cleaned up and cuddled afterwards.

I would say that roughly forty minutes later, I put my bra back on. He whistled at me. He's a fun, sweet person.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Treehouse time, a spanking, and kisses

Last Thursday, my guy asked me whether we could have some quality time together. I was game.

My guy had parked next to my car in the lot at work. We decided to take my car over to our usual parking spot. We would then go to our regular restaurant for dinner.

It was nice placing my hand on my guy's left thigh as I drove us over to our regular parking lot. I parked and we go into the backseat. We haven't had treehouse time in my car for a while.

We cuddled for a bit. We kissed and hugged a lot. It was great.

He immediately pulled down my black jeggings and panties. He proceed to pleasure me. It has been such a long time that I came hard. I was lethargic immediately.

He hugged me and was sweet letting me rest for a bit. We chatted. He then started lightly spanking my bare backside.
"I need to spank you," he stated.
"Right now?" I asked him.
"Yes," he replied.
"Oh, no. I'm dopey, though," I replied.
It didn't matter to him. I went over his lap. It was a bare-bottomed spanking right off the bat.

He spanked me fairly hard. It wasn't has hard as it has been in the past, but there was a good sting. He was more interested in pleasuring me, teasing me, spanking me, and finally pleasuring me until I reached orgasm. All of it was nice. I wanted it so badly.

He kissed my left buttock afterwards.
"Hey, did you kiss my butt?" I asked him.
"Yes," he replied lovingly.
"I love when you kiss my butt," I confirmed.
He kissed my right buttock. He's sweet.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

I'm a sweet, awesome girl who continues to be spanked

My guy and I had this fun exchange on Thursday.
"I'm a good girl," I told him.
"Yes, you are a good, sweet girl," he replied.
"Are you feeling okay?" I asked him, feeling his temperature by placing my hand on his forehead.
"I'm fine," he said, smiling.
"But, you always say that I'm bad," I replied.
"You're a awesome, good girl. I just say that you're bad so that I can spank and punish you," he admitted.
It's nice that he calls me his good girl. He continues to spank me, which I love, too.

Friday, July 14, 2017

Kisses, hugs, gropes, and smacks during a surprise visit

My guy likes to surprise me now and again.
"Hey," he said in a text message.
"Hey... you're lost?!" I asked him.
"Not yet," he replied with a smiley. "I'm in the office. I just got here."
"What brings you in?" I asked him, as it was 4:48 pm.
"I am trying to talk to a software developer. Did you want to drop by?" I asked him.
"Sure," I replied.
My guy gave me the room number that he was in. I walked over. I caressed his head. He groped my left buttock and ran his hand down the back of my left thigh.

I kissed his head and caressed his back. He played with my crotch.

I sat down and we talked. I teased him and he gave me a playful smack across the upper part of my left buttock, which I enjoyed.

He looked at my cleavage. I was wearing a pink scoop-neck t-shirt. He reached in and helped himself to fondling my breasts. I helped myself to caressing his hard cock in his new khakis.

My guy had to briefly step out to make a phone call. He came back and kissed my neck from behind while hugging me.

We obviously had missed each other. Considering how hectic this week has been at work, his appearance at the office made my week much better!

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Reminiscing about my eyesight these days

I have been nearsighted since I was sixteen years old. The nice part about my nearsightedness is that it has never been a horrible prescription.

For a few years after getting my first pair of glasses, I could still get away with not wearing my glasses all the time. It wasn't until I got my first pair of contact lenses towards the end of my undergraduate years that I embraced my prescription.

I have been working from home these past couple of days. On Wednesday, I did a quick outing. I hopped in my car and drove off.

It wasn't until I was at the stop sign at the end of my street that I realized that I wasn't wearing my contact lenses. I was letting my eyeballs breathe. I didn't have my glasses with me, either. Yet, my sight was pretty good. I continued to drive to run my errand and was fine.

My right eye has gone through an eye stroke back in March. It's amazing how far I have come. My eyesight these days reminds me of being sixteen years old again. It's neat. I am just glad that I'm not that age!

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Being compassionate is positive

I am fortunate to have three students this term. One of them, before she started her internship, had indicated that she needed surgery in July.

She had her surgery last Wednesday. She stayed in the hospital for a couple of days and has been discharged. She is resting comfortably at home.

I am a sensitive person when it comes to such matters. When my manager injured his eye, I got everyone on the team to chip in for a fruit bouquet. When another writer on my team got injured in a car accident, I ordered a flower and food basket while I was in Montreal training writers over there on behalf of our team.

With my other two students, I made the suggestion to send her a get-well gift. They liked the idea.

As expected, the one student who started in May took the initiative to look up floral gifts and even order it! The other one, who has worked with me the longest, is the youngest, and doesn't exhibit as much initiative, seems to be more comfortable with these two students than the last one that she was with. I am glad, because the other two are slightly older and are mature beyond their years.

We all corresponded back and forth about the floral gift, how to expense it, what to write, and so on. It was a good exercise in being caring human beings.

They will do just fine in this world.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Ladybug luck

I was hungry. I was caught in rush-hour traffic. I had worked up an appetite and went through a fast-through drive-in to grab a quick bite to eat.

It was strange that, after placing my order, I was asked to drive around and come back. I looked behind me and there wasn't a car. However, after doing a lap around the restaurant, there was a car in front of me. It was odd to me. If my order wasn't ready, why not have me park in front of the restaurant and have someone hand me my food?

Anyway, I got my food and parked my car. With my car windows down, I ate.

Moments later, a ladybug landed on my lap. I wish that I had taken a photo, but I didn't have a chance. It stayed on me for five seconds and then left.

They say that ladybugs bring luck to you when they come visit you. I hope that this superstition is true. The bright red visitor made my day.

Monday, July 10, 2017

Show plans and progress

I have spent this weekend doing a bit of work. To make a long story short, I worked a couple of hours on Saturday. It's the perfect time to do this specific work, as no one else has any files open. If they did, I wouldn't be able to do what I needed to do.

I will leave work early on Friday to compensate. It's the perfect plan, for I am going to a show with my former student who is now a friend. She recently got her full driver's licence and is a bit nervous about driving to the venue's lot on her own. So, I will pick her up from work and go together. It makes sense that we park as one and save some money on parking. We'll grab a bite to eat before the show.

On Sunday, I spent the day trying to clean up. I made a dent, but I have plenty more to do. Some progress is better than no progress at all!

Weekends fly by too quickly. The countdown begins to get to the next one.

Sunday, July 09, 2017

All you need is love... and math

My guy and I love math. We are nerdy that way.

He sent me this graphing gem today:


It put a smile on my face. He's sweet and thoughtful that way.

Saturday, July 08, 2017

Eating my way through Friday and getting soaked in a downpour

I ate my way through Friday. Needless to say, I am pretty full right now!

At work, we have a special lunch at the beginning of each month. Those who have birthdays during that month get lunch paid for by the company. I end up expensing these lunches, although I have trained another writer to help me out.

We went to an East Indian restaurant. The food was good. However, it was strange that we all had to dip into a small, communal salad. It was definitely a different experience.

What I didn't like was that the server showed me an itemized list of what we had ordered on her iPad mini, which was the list of items that I would ultimately expense. However, when she printed out this itemized list, a gratuity was added. I noticed this after I had paid for our meals and included a tip. I ended up double-tipping. Ugh! So much for disclosing this detail...

After work, I decided to take part in a local ribfest. I haven't been for several years. It has changed venues. I got a ribs and chicken combo, with cornbread and baked beans as sides.

Unfortunately, I got caught in a downpour of rain. It was to the point where I had to take shelter in a restaurant. My entire front-facing self was soaked in rain. The backside of me was completely dry!

So, I waited in the lobby of this restaurant (I don't know what the name is, but I must thank the place for housing me and others) for forty minutes. I was going to eat my dinner at home. However, all this waiting made me hungry. It was a first for me to eat food that was not offered in the restaurant in said restaurant's lobby.

The food was delicious. When I noticed that the rain was easing and the sun was starting to break out, I headed out to my car. I was parked a couple of huge blocks away. I had to walk through a flooded part of the parking lot. Oh, joy!

There is never a dull moment in my life, especially when it comes to eating yummy food.

Friday, July 07, 2017

Eager to please on a Friday

Last Friday, my guy was waiting for his ride to a camping site. He wanted to see me before he left. He was in a meeting room by himself.

I walked over there. I couldn't help but caress his perfectly uniform head. I have always found it sexy. He likes that I do.
"I wish that I could pleasure you right now," he said, looking at me lovingly, eager to please.
"I know. You need to hit the road. There will be another time," I replied.
We kissed before we both parted ways. The good news is that I get to see him in the office in just over a week. It's great when we are together at work. We both agree that it makes the workweek tolerable.

Thursday, July 06, 2017

Purple Woolly is my guy in disguise

I tell my guy often that the purple, cuddly stuffed sheep that he bought me was a wonderful, thoughtful gift. I hug him often, as he reminds me of my guy.

We had a talk about my stuffed purple sheep, Purple Woolly, recently.
"When I hold Woolly, one hand caresses his head and the other gropes his butt, kind of like what I do with you," I said.
"I'm glad," he said, smiling at me.
My guy thinks that he isn't a great at giving gifts. He is terrific at it.

Wednesday, July 05, 2017

Staycation and floss

I did a staycation this past long weekend. I went to a city roughly an hour away from my home, stayed at a hotel, and relaxed. It was nice.

My guy sent me a message as I was driving home on Tuesday, hoping that I had a wonderful staycation. It's nice when he thinks of me.

I wrote back once I was home. He would have liked the hotel, especially since he had spent the weekend camping. Costco was within walking distance, which is his favourite store. The movie theatre and one of our favourite Persian eateries were also within walking distance.

A while back, I had ordered dental floss dispensers that remind you to floss. The light flashes and you press a button to dispense your floss. I ordered one for my guy and one for me. They finally came. I shared the good news with my guy. We both are avid flossers, which is funny, but true.

Tuesday, July 04, 2017

My birthday

My guy spent this long holiday weekend camping. He absolutely dislikes camping, but it was a family event and had to join in.

This year, his family got a camper. I can't wait to hear what happened.

My birthday was on Monday. It was good. Many friends sent me nice thoughts and wished me a great day. I went to see Wonder Woman for free at the movie theatre. I ate my favourite pizza. It was a good day.

My guy has promised me a spanking when he is rested. It makes me happy, especially when he says that he likes when I am his bad girl.

Monday, July 03, 2017

A bracelet for my birthday

My guy gave me an early birthday present on Friday. He tends to steer away from getting me jewellery. However, he took the plunge and got me a nice bracelet.

He knows that I used to have an evil eye bracelet. Several months ago, it broke and I couldn't get it fixed. He got me a sterling silver bracelet (all I wear is sterling silver) with blue beads and a blue evil eye.

The problem was my trying to wear it. It felt like rocket science trying to put it on. He figured it out for me. I then told him that it wouldn't fit me.

I have a large wrist for a woman. It's not an unusual size, though.
"My wrist is 7.5 inches," I said.
"I didn't know that bracelets have wrist sizes," he admitted.
"It's okay. It's the sweet thought that you had that counts," I replied.
It was a romantic, thoughtful gesture. It was a shame that he had left the price tag on the bracelet. Then again, he is returning it, so it all works out.

Sunday, July 02, 2017

It takes one photo of me to turn him on

Last Tuesday, my guy and I had lunch together. After I had indicated that I wanted to unwrap him as my birthday gift, I shared some photos with him of my trip to Shanghai.

I had visited Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum. There were Yao Ming's footprints there, so I took a photo of my feet over his and showed my guy.
"You're wearing shorts," he said, admiring my bare legs.
"Yes, it was hot there," I replied.
I sometimes forget how turned on he gets by my bare legs. There have been times where, after we have been intimate, he has hugged my legs and has told me that he loves them.

After we had finished lunch, he stood up. I was still seated for a couple of seconds. My eyes were level with his crotch. I saw a bulge. Yep, he was bulgy boy.

We left the restaurant and got into his car. He pulled out of the parking lot.

At the intersection, he hesitated.
"It's a left turn to get back to the office," I said.
He turned right. This turn goes to our usual parking lot for treehouse time.
"We're going to Starbucks!" I exclaimed happily.
"No, that place steals your money," he said.
He parked in our usual parking spot. We got out and headed into the backseat.

It was nice to hug and kiss. He has the sweetest lips. We had both missed making out.

He managed to place his right hand down my pants and underpants. He fingered my butt and said that he missed my backside.

Moments later, I came. I enjoyed it so much that he did it again, kissing my neck and shoulder the second time. I felt so lethargic afterwards.

I caressed his hard cock that was still in his pants. We eventually let it out so that I could give him a handjob. I loved wrapping my hand around it.

He told me that he loves when I am a bad girl that makes him feel good. He ejaculated. There was so much cum that it coated the entire back of my hand. It was almost as if I had dipped my hand in paraffin wax.
"No cum on my seat. It's all on you," he remarked.
"It was perfect timing. You came at the same time as the downpour of rain," I remarked.
We cleaned up and cuddled for a bit before we had to go back to the office and attempt looking alert.

Saturday, July 01, 2017

Happy 150th birthday, Canada!

Happy Canada Day! Canada celebrates its 150th birthday today. It looks pretty good. =)


It's a long weekend here. I'm wishing my fellow Canadians a happy, safe long weekend.

Friday, June 30, 2017

Great day with my guy and former student

Thursday was a wonderful day. I had lunch with my guy. I ended up caressing his head for a minute in his car after lunch, in the parking lot. He loves when I do it. I love it, too.
"You need a replica of my head," he pointed out.
"I know. You keep changing your hair, though. First, you grow it. Then, you shave it all off. Now, it's in-between the two lengths. I still need Velcro for your hair on the replica," I explained, caressing his head.
"That's true," he replied, smiling.
"I love your perfect, uniform head," I replied.
"I know. Rub away!"
My guy is sweet.
"You're in the office tomorrow, right?" he asked me.
"Yes, I am. We're doing lunch together tomorrow?" I asked.
"Of course," he said, smiling.
After work, I had dinner with my former co-op student, who is a wonderful friend. She is taking another co-op term at another company. She works and lives in the same city that I work in. We spent a good 3.5 hours catching up and eating at an Indian buffet. Good times!

Thursday, June 29, 2017

Multiple visits at work because we miss each other

This post is slightly out of sequence. I was going to talk about part 2 on Tuesday. Instead, this post is about Monday.

I can always tell when my guy misses me. When we are in the office, he visits me multiple times.

In the afternoon, he came by my desk and dropped off a couple of manuals that I needed.
"Ooh, are those manuals?" I asked, happy to see him.
"Yes, they are," he replied, looking happy that I was hugging the manuals with glee.
"Thanks so much!" I said.
"You're welcome," he replied, smiling.
"I was going to say that it's like Christmas in July, except that it's June," I admitted.
"Yes, but it's only for one product instead of two," he confirmed.
"That's okay. I'm still happy," I replied.
"So, it's Christ, without the mass," he joked, which made me laugh.
My department is hiring another writer. I actually had to ask my manager what this person would be doing. At long last, this person would be taking over some of my work.
"You know that we are hiring another writer. You could join my team. The problem is that you'd be working for me," I said to my guy, smirking.
"You're really tough, though," he said, smiling back.
It was a nice pick-me-up moment in the afternoon to see him. We both loved seeing each other.

Just before I left the office for the day, I sent him a text message, wishing him a good night and to drive home safely. He reciprocated.

As I was putting my bag into my car, my guy pulled up in his car. It was great. We chatted for a bit. I reached in his car and caressed his perfectly uniform head. He has started to grow his hair, so it's short and soft to the touch. 

I went and gently caressed his left cheek. He liked that so much that he kissed my hand twice.

I thanked him for making my day by letting me drive his car. He was beaming, loving this moment before we both headed home.

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Birthday suggestions, including unwrapping my guy

My guy and I had this chat over lunch on Tuesday.
"Thanks for letting me drive your car yesterday," I said. "It was like an early birthday present."
"Speaking of birthday, what gifts would you like?" he asked me once again.
"The usual... I want you. Can we put you in a box? It may be difficult finding a tall one, but we'll make sure that there are holes at the top so you can breathe," I teased.
"How about just putting a bow around my hard member?" he said, smirking.
"We need an elastic for the bow, as your member expands and contracts," I remarked.
"What else would you like?" he asked me.
"I want a spanking," I replied.
"It doesn't have to be on your birthday," he hinted.
"I know. I want one, though. I'd also like to unwrap you," I pointed out.
"I would like that," he replied, smiling. 
We had a good lunch. I told my guy that he is great at giving gifts. I did give him a gift suggestion. He liked it and it won't be difficult for him to find the item.

There's part two of our day, which will be covered in an upcoming post. It has been a great couple of days seeing my guy so far this week.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Miracles happen... I drove my guy's car!

For probably a good two years, I have been teasing my guy to let me drive his car. He is like a little boy when it comes to his car. He doesn't want to let anyone drive it. It's his.

I did my usual routine as we walked over to his car on Monday.
"Can I drive your car?" I asked him.
"Sure! I don't see why not," my guy replied.
"Really? You're feeling okay?" I asked him.
"Yes! You're a good driver," he told me.
He let me drive his car. I had to brush the crumbs that he had left from eating breakfast while driving into work. He apologized. He's boyish that way.

I was shocked to drive his car. It handles well. It's like my car, with simulated manual gear shifts, except his car is built like a tank. I also got to check his temperature by touching his forehead. He wasn't running a fever. It was also the perfect time to caress his perfectly uniform head, which I find highly attractive.

We visited our usual Chinese restaurant for lunch. Our usual servers commented that it has been a while since we were there.

While waiting for our orders, I was still stunned.
"I still can't believe that you let me drive your car," I said.
"Maybe it's because I miss you so much that I said yes," he said, smiling at me.
Maybe. He advised that he didn't get a brain transplant, so I will go with his theory.

I suppose that his letting me drive his car is one of my early birthday gifts. I got him a few gifts from my trip to Shanghai:

  • Jasmine tea, which he told me that he loves
  • Chinese currency (Yuan or Renminbi), as we are both currency collectors
  • Dark chocolate, which he loved, including the tin box
It was a happy day for both of us. We both missed each other.

Monday, June 26, 2017

Seeing a hailstorm and my guy

It's officially summer where I am. On Sunday, we got rain. It was unexpected to see a hailstorm!


Ah, got to love how unpredictable the weather is. What is predictable is seeing my guy this week. Yay!

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Meeting new employees over lunch and finding out that I am appreciated

While I was away on vacation, we had three new employees joining our team. I am typically the one who trains anyone new who joins our team. For the last couple of waves of new hires, one of my co-op students has been doing it.

It's nice to get some of this work off my plate. It's reduces my workload and stress. My co-op student realized the first time that she did training that it requires a lot of water and admitted that she doesn't know how I can talk so much!

Getting back to the three new employees, I hadn't officially welcomed them to the team. I did it through an e-mail before I left for my vacation. I didn't feel too bad, though. After all, I had interviewed all three of them.

On Friday, I got to sit down and have lunch with them, as well as a few other colleagues. Our team has a weekly lunch on Friday. No one is obligated to go, but I then to go because I like food and don't want to pack a lunch that day. It was great catching up with them over a leisurely meal.

While I was away, my manager took over working with my three students. It's funny, but one of them told me that my manager admitted to them that I do more work than he realized and that he was appreciative. Perhaps I should go on vacation for extended periods and make my manager even more appreciative of what I do!

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Turkish delight and tastebuds

A couple of weeks ago, I picked up two boxes of Turkish delight that my guy has bought for me from Istanbul. He left them on my desk at work. I picked them off after having flown in from Shanghai and had to pick up my car at the office. I have grown to love Turkish delight.

Years ago, I tried the Turkish Delight candy bar that you get at the local convenience store. I disliked it. It tasted gross.

The authentic, flavourful version from Istanbul is yummy. My guy and I went into a store and I sampled raspberry Turkish delight. It was so good. I have longed for it ever since. I asked my guy if he could get me some.

My guy apologized that he couldn't find any. I was so sick with bronchitis that my tastebuds were shot. I had a cube of Turkish delight once I got home and imagined that it tasted like raspberries. I could only figure out that there was some acidic flavour in there, but couldn't make out what flavour I was eating.

My tastebuds are back. He got me two boxes of assorted fruit flavours, with rose ones mixed in. The orange, lemon, and strawberry and yummy. I have always enjoyed the rose.

He did well. I am also thankful that I can enjoy tasting what I eat again!

Friday, June 23, 2017

Gifts and appreciation

I like my co-op students. I have three of them for this workterm, which is a record number for me.

On Monday, I met with them and gave them small gifts from my Shanghai travels. I tried to get a couple of items that were made or from China. We joke fairly often that most materialistic items come from this country. However, I truly was looking for items that they would like from China.

I got them each a bag of loose leaf jasmine tea. From China? Check. It's fragrant and helps reduce stress, among other things.

My other gift sounds odd. I found the Hershey's Store in Shanghai. I got milk chocolate in the shape of small balls. They were housed in a beautiful Hello Kitty tin with no English on it. You had a mountain behind Hello Kitty with Chinese characters on the tin. Perfect!

On Thursday, they mentioned how yummy the chocolate was and how much they appreciated the gifts that I had given them. They didn't see it coming, which is the best type of gift that I enjoy dishing out.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Seeing my guy all next week and noticing improvements in my vision

My guy works from home most of the time. He doesn't have a huge need to come into the office, unless he is there for training or has to talk to someone.

He let me know that he is in the office all next week. It's wonderful news, as it means that we will have lunch dates. We both miss them.

The other thing is that he is normally the one who is delivering training. This time around, he is attending a course.

My good news is about my right eye. If you have been reading along for a while, you will know that I had an eye stroke back in late March. On Wednesday, I went back to my ophthalmologist for my third eye injection.

To recap, my first injection containing a pretty powerful drug did a lot of good. A lot of the blood clotting in my central vision dissipated. My second injection continued the trend, although the improvement wasn't as drastic.

I did an eye test on Wednesday. The eye assistant was pleased that I was reading the eye charts well for both eyes.

I then talked to my ophthalmologist, who said that my right eye is "almost perfect." It's great news! After this injection, I will go back in a month to get another assessment. If all goes well, my monthly injections will be staggered over longer periods.

My second injection wasn't too pleasant. We both felt that there wasn't enough numbing done to my eye, so I felt more than I should have. This time around, his assistant put more numbing fluid in my eye and he made sure that there wasn't any stinging happening when he cleaned my eye with iodine. All went well with the needle.

It's definitely encouraging news about my sight. I am glad that I am recovering nicely. My guy never doubted that, which I love him for being so positive and supportive.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Concert and parking lot changes

The other night, I went to see a concert. I had a fabulous time!

I used to work downtown. I have a particular parking lot where I park and walk over to the venue. It has been roughly a couple of years since I have parked at this lot. It has changed! It no longer is dumpy. Luckily, the price is still right.

After the show, I walked back to the building in which the parking lot is located. The security guard and I had a brief conversation. He was pleasant and asked me if I was going to the parking lot. I was and even indicated the level. He was kind to point to the elevator that would take me down. I had used a different elevator that got me on the mezzanine level earlier in the evening. I thanked him and continued on my merry way.

Unfortunately, leaving the parking lot was annoying. The person in front of me could not get his payment method going at the exit area. After patiently waiting for him to get his transaction done for five minutes, I went to a different kiosk, put my ticket in, and left.

I do like the new parking lot. The parking spaces are wide, which prevents idiots from dinging my car if I am parked next to them.

Monday, June 19, 2017

2011 - year of the Cutiebootie

A while back, my guy and I had this conversation.
"We started dating back in 2011," my guy remarked.
"I'm impressed that you remember," I said to him, thoroughly impressed.
"How can I forget? I will always remember it being the year of the Cutiebootie," he said, smiling.
It doesn't seem that long, but it was a magical day in September. He met me at work, fresh from a trip from Portugal. It was the first time that we hugged, kissed, and he spanked me across a desk at work.

I got in a reflective mood. It is a good thing that I blog. It was nice reminiscing by reading a number of posts from early on in our relationship.

I love that the spark is still there and that we have grown as a loving, fun couple.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Coughing fit after seeing poultry blood at the supermarket

It has been an interesting learning experience when it comes to having bronchitis and how my coughing gets worse when I am mildly stressed out.

On Saturday, I felt well enough to go out and get some groceries. I haven't had much to eat for breakfast, other than cereal and English muffins. Then again, my appetite has been shot until now.

The person in front of me at the supermarket checkout had packages of chicken drumsticks. One of the packages had the plastic wrap torn wide open. I was watching the man try and put it back together. He then had chicken blood and juices on his hand, which he decided to wipe on his jeans.

I used to work in food services. It's not the proper way to handle food. I sensed a ton of food contamination happening, among other things. Considering that I am recovering from being sick, I am sensitive to spreading germs.

I spotted chicken blood that his package had started by the product scanner. Sure enough, the cashier scanned my mixed bean salad across the blood and the scanner. I had to point out that she needed to wipe the blood off her scanning area as well as my bean salad container.

She was good with my request. I was so grossed out, but thanked her. I paid for my goodies, put them in my bag, and headed over to my car.

By the time I had loaded everything in my car, including me, my coughing fit had started. A minute later, I was okay.

I am typically not that squeamish when it comes to seeing poultry blood. However, I am not my normal self, so it was an observation that I found intriguing when I am sick.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Why can't medical folks communicate well?

My biggest beef this year seeing various medical folks is that they don't communicate with one another. As someone who needs to communicate with people often, it drives me crazy.

The other day, when I went in to see my doctor for my regular quarterly checkup, as well as for my bronchitis. She asked a ton of questions about my eye stroke. I couldn't answer any of them. I asked if she got the report from my ophthalmologist. She didn't. I know that I gave him my family doctor's name and address.

She asked for the phone number of my ophthalmologist's office. Luckily, I had that on my phone. So, I showed her the number on my cell phone. She called her receptionist and asked to get my report from that office.
"Do you mind waiting for the report?" she asked me.
"Frankly, I want to go home and sleep," I admitted. "I don't know how long it will take."
"You have a good point."
I had already waited for 40 minutes in the waiting room to see my doctor. Why do I need to do it for an unspecified period when I am obviously not feeling well with all that coughing and sniffling?

My doctor is understanding. She said that she would follow up with me once the report comes to her. I just wish that medical folks made my life easier, rather than causing more havoc that I do not need to be subjected to.

Friday, June 16, 2017

Sick day, windshield replacement, sleep, and a one-word meme

I decided to take a sick day on Thursday. It worked out fairly well.

I got a solid block of sleep overnight. However, I wanted more. It wasn't going to happen, as it was garbage day. All I heard were doors opening and closing on my street, garbage and recycling trucks stopping and going, and kids screaming as they made their way to school. Ugh!

On a good note, the windshield to replace my car's cracked one was in stock. I drove my car over to the glass shop and got a courtesy shuttle back home. Three hours later, it was done. So, said shuttle came back to fetch me and my car looks new again. I'm thrilled!

I slept from 15:30 till 18:45. It did a world of wonder! I feel less grumpy and more rested. More importantly, I don't seem to be coughing as much. Perhaps my bronchitis is slowly dissipating.

The other day, I saw a one-word meme on Fondles' blog. So, here goes:
  1. Where is your phone? Lap
  2. Your hair? Medium
  3. Your dad? Sleeping
  4. Your other half? Sleeping 
  5. Your favourite food? Tiramisu
  6. Your dream last night? Jumping
  7. Your favourite drink? Mojito
  8. Fear? Heights
  9. Favourite? Vacation
  10. Favourite way to relax? Sleep
  11. Your mood? Tired 
  12. I love? Relaxing 
  13. Where were you last night? Home
  14. Something that you aren't?  Petite
  15. Muffins? Sometimes
  16. Wish list item? Money
  17. Where you grew up? Toronto
  18. Last thing you did?  Showered
  19. What are you wearing right now? Pyjamas
  20. Something you hate? Tardiness
  21. Your pets? Fish
  22. Friends? Grateful
  23. Life? Rollercoaster
  24. Regrets? Some
  25. Missing someone? Boyfriend
It's tough to narrow a description down to a single word. Give it a try if you feel like it!

Thursday, June 15, 2017

First day back at work and a sticky note message for my guy

I made it through working from home. Barely. Towards the end of my workday, I actually had to take it easy. I felt tired. Coughing up mucus will do that to a girl.

On a good note, I did get a few e-mails welcoming me back. That was nice. I have thoughtful colleagues.

Tomorrow, which is really today now, I will take a sick day. I need to rest and recover. We'll see how that goes.

I wrote my guy a brief e-mail. It's better than coughing up a storm and sounding like a guy over the phone. He's doing well. He can't wait to see me, but he wants me to get better soon with a ton of rest.

Before I left for Shanghai, I parked my car at work, walked over to his, and placed a sticky note on his driver-side window. It said, "Welcome home, CB!" He told me that he loved that. We were about four hours apart that day between his arriving and my leaving the city.

Anyway, I signed my e-mail with good girl. I like doing that, because it makes him tell me that I'm bad. It's fun.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Bronchitis

On Tuesday, I went to see my doctor. It was my regular quarterly appointment. I was also coughing, so I had to get this issue taken care of, too.

I spent nearly two hours at the doctor's office. While waiting there, I called my car insurance to make a claim on my windshield damage caused by a stone. Fun! There is far more to this story, so I will save it for another post.

Anyway, when I finally saw my doctor, she determined that I have bronchitis. I am now on an antibiotic and am using an inhaler to clear up my airways. I sometimes find that I can't breathe as well as I should. So, it's my first experience using a puffer.

Ah, the joys of coming home from a vacation sick.

I slept for most of the day when I got home. There were a number of annoying phone calls that I had to take from my windshield guy, the insurance woman, and more.

I technically go back to work on Wednesday, but will be working from home. I will likely be taking a sick day, depending on how I feel. Perhaps I will extend my sick absence, so I can rest properly.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Back home -- sick, tired, and happy

On Sunday night, I returned safely home from my vacation. The flight was rather long. It wasn't the smoothest trip.

I didn't realize that you can't pack nail polish in your checked-in luggage in Shanghai. Sadly, I had to surrender three bottles of Formula X polish that I had brought with me. I just found out that this entire line of nail polish is being discontinued at Sephora. It's a bummer, for this polish works well for me. It stays on for a long period and I love the colours.

I also had a can of dry shampoo. Apparently, it is okay to pack that in your luggage. I also had a bottle of water with me. You can bring that through security. I don't get it, but what do I know?

For the first time, I left my passport at security after my carry-on belongings and I went through the scanners. I normally hold my passport in my hand, but the guy tossed it with my laptop. So, I didn't fetch it until five minutes later when I realized that I didn't have it with me.

I didn't sleep much on my fourteen-hour flight back. The three folks in front of me were constantly yakking for the first four hours. The guy in the same row, separated by the aisle, had his reading light on the entire time. I also flew back with a cold and an annoying, mucus-abundant cough, so that wasn't fun either.

And, yes, my flight was delayed by forty minutes. Customs in Toronto took forever. I managed to select one that was interrogating every little thing with folks who could not speak English and needed an interpreter. Wonderful!

When she got to me, my interaction with her took a minute. I didn't mind the wait, as I was sweating so much from dashing here and there that I needed to cool off.

I do like the express walkway. That helped a ton.

I took a limo taxi to my office. My car was still there after over two weeks.

When I was driving to my workplace to ultimately catch a taxi to the airport back then, a stone hit my windshield and chipped it. By the time I had arrived at my workplace, it was a good four-inch crack. On Sunday, it was much larger. It was a swirl. Sadly, I will need to get the entire windshield replaced. Ugh!

There is a silver lining, though. I went into the office after the taxi had driven to my car and had offloaded my luggage. On my desk, my guy had left two boxes of Turkish delight, which made everything better.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Wooden shoehorn and brush

My hotel room is fancy. It has a nice shoe-shining kit.

I looked at the shoehorn and thought that it would make a nice spanking implement. I love the wood and the feel of it in my hand. I feel the same thing about the brush.


It's too bad that I can't take these items back as souvenirs.

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Birthday gift? You and a spanking!

My guy tends to ask me what I want when he wants to give me a gift. He's sweet. I don't need anything, but he insists.

My birthday is less than a month away. I am impressed that my guy is planning ahead.
"What would you like for your birthday?" he asked me.
"The usual... I want you," I stated.
"You always have me. What else?" he asked again.
"A hard spanking," I admitted.
"I can do that. I love spanking you, especially on your birthday," he confessed.
He has still asked me what he can get for me. I'm good with just his love and a good spanking.

Friday, June 09, 2017

If my guy and I were babies...

I saw this photo on Facebook. Sadly, I don't know who to credit.

If my guy and I were babies, I am pretty sure this incident would happen:


I love his uniform head. I wouldn't hesitate to touch it, even as a baby.

Thursday, June 08, 2017

Butt and heart tattoo

I found this photo on Instagram. It's actually a tattoo that I dig.

A post shared by Heart Magazine (@heartmagazine) on
It's cute. I love it. My guy does, too. He tells me often that he loves my butt, especially spanking and groping it.

Wednesday, June 07, 2017

Kissing and vacationing

My guy misses me. The feeling is mutual.
"I miss kissing you," he admitted the other day.
"I miss kissing you, too. It's always enjoyable," I indicated.
"It sure is," he agreed.
My vacation in Shanghai is more than halfway over. It's hot and humid here, although there have been breaks here and there. I tend to duck into air-conditioned places when it gets unbearable for me.

I feel relaxed. All is great.

Tuesday, June 06, 2017

Marriage reflections

June 5 was my wedding day ages ago. It's pretty scary to think that if our marriage had worked and if he were still alive, we would have celebrated our 22nd anniversary.

I don't feel that old. Then again, I did get married at such a young age.

I like where I am at these days. I am content being in a solid, loving relationship with my guy. We don't need an official piece of paper stating that fact.

In a way, I am relieved that I am not married. As of late, several friends who got married are now divorced. Perhaps it is easier to not be committed legally and to love unconditionally instead.

Then again, I don't know what the right answer is. It's best to do what is right for you.

Monday, June 05, 2017

Going with an airport shuttle instead of a taxi

I decided to go with a airport shuttle service for next Sunday. I see this shuttle bus every day in front of my hotel.

My experience dealing with two different taxi companies when I got to Shanghai was not enjoyable. It was way too stressful than I had anticipated.

After doing a bit of research and using a different Web browser (it works fine in Firefox, but not Chrome), I completed booking my ticket online. Here's hoping that it comes to fetch me on time!

Sunday, June 04, 2017

Offloading items and being sweet

My guy and I had this conversation before I started my vacation:
"Do you have any extra training manuals that I can take off you? I need the beginner-level ones," I asked.
"Sure. I like when you take them off me. I like offloading things, as you put it," he teased.
"You know that I like when you give me stuff. I still have the sleeping mask that you gave me. I remember wearing it and you kissed me," I said, fondly.
"Yes, I always love kissing you, with or without the blindfold," he remarked.
As usual, he's sweet.

Friday, June 02, 2017

Birkenstock sandals and blisters

I have a love-hate relationship with Birkenstock sandals. They support your feet nicely and are comfortable once you break them in. The problem? The entire breaking-in process.

Every year, I need to break them in. I had thought that a couple of days of wearing them would be enough. Nope.

I wore them on my first full day in Shanghai. By the time it was late afternoon and I was sitting on the tour bus heading back to the main stop closest to my hotel, I touched my left heel and noticed blood. Not only did I develop a blister, but it had burst. Both blood and fluid was at the bottom of my heel. Luckily, I carry tissue, so I wiped up and tried to stop the mess from oozing out.

I do come prepared. I came back to my hotel room, cleaned up my heel area, and found my stash of bandages. It has been three days and the area has nearly dried up.

If you do experience a blister on your foot that bursts, do not try and get rid of the flap of skin. It's better to have it there to protect the area from any infection. Just wait for the area to dry on its own. I tend to have a bandage on it when I am out. When I am back at home or the hotel, I let the area breathe without wearing any shoes or socks on.

Being on vacation is never dull!

Thursday, June 01, 2017

Trials and tribulations travelling

Hello from Shanghai! All is well. It's hot, hazy, and humid. I am enjoying being away from work and being a tourist.

My VPN access works well. You can tell because I have managed to write this blog post!

My first day of travelling started off rough:

  • While driving to my workplace, my car's windshield got a stone ship. By the time I had parked at work, I had a three-inch crack on my windshield. I am hoping that my windshield hasn't shattered by the time I fetch my car.
  • I called a taxi number on my cellphone that I typically don't use. Luckily, the nice driver got to me in ten minutes.
  • My 14-hour flight was good, except for the woman next to me who kept flip-flopping everywhere. She slept on my shoulder. She sprawled across her husband's tray table. She curled up in both her husband's and her own seat, bumping her head against my thigh. Thankfully, for the last two hours of the flight, her husband changed seats with her. I was able to sleep for longer than twenty minutes.
  • I got to Shanghai and got a taxi driver who dropped me off at the wrong hotel. He was yelling at one point. I don't understand Mandarin.
  • I asked the woman working at this hotel whether it was the hotel name that I needed. I was still in the taxi. She said yes. I checked in and realized that she just nodded without understanding a thing. After talking to her manager, he got me a courtesy taxi ride to my hotel.
  • The taxi driver seemed to be on the ball, However, he also had some trouble finding the hotel, too. To put it into perspective, my flight touched down at 15:00. I got to my hotel at 18:35.
The good news is that the staff at my hotel have been exceptionally accommodating. The check-in process was smooth. I had ordered a cell phone plan for Shanghai. My SIM package was ready for me when I checked in. My luggage was set upstairs. I get lounge access, so breakfast and dinner are free, along with any beverage under the sun.

Both the bad and good balance out. All is great. I will write more when I am not exhausted from being out and about. Hope you are all doing well!

Saturday, May 27, 2017

My vacation has started... bon voyage!

I am finally done packing. I leave in roughly twelve hours. I am officially on vacation and it feels great.

I have the sweetest co-op students. Two of them came by my desk before they called it a day on Friday to wish me a nice vacation. The third one, who sits a couple of desks down, also did the same.

My guy travels home today. He chatted with me fairly late his time on Friday. It was nice to hear from him as I was buying Chinese yuan currency for my trip.

I hope that everyone has a wonderful weekend!

Friday, May 26, 2017

Sending a suggestive photo to make each other happy

My guy and I miss each other. The unfortunate part about our travels on Saturday is that we will miss each other by a few hours. My flight leaves at around 13:00. He arrives in the late afternoon.
"I can leave you some raspberry Turkish delight on your desk at work," he said, being his sweet self.
"That would be great. Thanks! Do you know where my desk is?" I asked him.
"No, just where your locker is," he replied.
I like that my guy listens carefully when I give him step-by-step directions to get somewhere. He's thoughtful, which is one of his many strengths.

He was also horny on Wednesday afternoon, as was I.
"My nail polish matches purple Woolly," I noted, with Woolly being his plush sheep that he gave me.
"I love when you have that nail polish on. It turns me on. I don't know why," he admitted.
"I can take a photo of my polish," I suggested.
"I would like that. It would also be nice if you could send me a suggestive phone of your gorgeous hands," he replied.
I don't normally send such photos to him, but decided to provide one of my supporting my left breast in my hand, with my hard nipple clearly appearing. He loved it.

We then went into phone sex. It's fun imagining what we'd like to do to each other.

We both came. It was good. We both needed it.

Thursday, May 25, 2017

My guy's version of VPN is much better

I have been packing here and there each day. I am starting to see the finish line. There are a few items that I need to fetch from the drug store before I head off to Shanghai.

Yesterday afternoon, my guy and I were chatting about various topics. One of them was my getting access to a Virtual Private Network (VPN).
"I got VPN access, so I'm ready to try it out," I advised.
"What does VPN stand for? Very Pornographic and Naughty?" he asked.
"I want to be in your VPN," I replied.
"You are," he replied.
He's fun.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Opposites attract to a certain degree - expenses and timesheets

My guy and I get along because we are similar. There are a few exceptions, though. One of them is doing expense reports.

I am diligent when it comes to completing expense reports. I just want to get them over with, get my money back, and move on.

Then, there's my guy. 

Yesterday, he told me that he has four trips to expense. He spent some of his evening completing two of them.
"I hate doing expenses. I have to find all my receipts and enter them all," he complained.
"I don't mind helping you, provided that your money gets deposited directly into my bank account," I stipulated.
He chuckled. We are complete opposites when it comes to expenses. 

Similarly, when it comes to logging our time in our corporate timesheet application, I do mine every Monday and I don't have to think about it for the rest of the workweek. My guy forgets about doing his timesheet all the time, often getting warnings that he needs to do it after a month has elapsed.

He's sweet. I love who he is.

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Cheap, cheap, cheap!

Sometime last month, after my guy and I had some quality time in our treehouse, we heard birds chirping nearby. We were both in a happy, lethargic state, which led to this conversation.
"The birds are calling your name. They are saying, 'Cheap, cheap, cheap!'," I noted.
"I'm Cheap Bastard," my guy said affectionately.
On Sunday morning, just after 03:00, I woke up to what seemed to be chatter. I then realized that there were birds chirping in the nest in front of my bedroom.

I told my guy about the birds.
"I don't get why the birds are chirping at that time of day. It's not like they have a sale to go to and are letting you know that deals are cheap, cheap, cheap," I said.
"Are you telling me that I'm cheap?" he asked, with a teasing tone to his voice.
"I call you Cheap Bastard, but you know that you aren't cheap. You like good deals and saving money. You're frugal," I replied.
"I know. I can't find birds that chirp frugal, frugal, frugal," he replied, which made me laugh.
"Well, if you got a parrot, you could teach your pet to say that," I pointed out, which made him chuckle.
We chatted for an hour on Monday afternoon, which was Victoria Day in Canada. It's always nice to chat with him while he is abroad.

Monday, May 22, 2017

Cars, packing, plan changes, and travel

I wrote to my guy the other day, indicating that his car is safe in the parking lot at work. I sent him a photo of my car parked next to his. He liked that a lot.

On Sunday, we chatted on Skype before he had to turn in for the night.
"Your car keeps telling me that I need to drive it," I told him.
"It did? Right now, you can do whatever you want," he replied.
"You miss me, don't you?" I noted.
"I do. I miss sweet and sexy you."
He's sweet, as always. I miss him, too. He is in Istanbul, safe and sound.

Things have changed. We were supposed to meet when he returns home this Friday. However, he has been asked to return to Cairo after his trip to Istanbul this week. So, we won't see each other until I am home from Shanghai next month. It seems like an eternity.

On a good note, we will be chatting more regularly this week. So, all is not lost.

My packing is going okay. I am slowly chipping away at my list of important items to bring along. Thank goodness for this long weekend! I always feel like I am missing something, even if I have prepared a list. My list continues to grow.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

One-word meme

Here is a fun meme that I found on Ronnie's blog:
  1. Where is your phone? Lap
  2. Your hair? Black
  3. Your Dad? Asleep
  4. Your other half? Sweet
  5. Your favourite food? Spaghetti
  6. Your dream last night? Travel
  7. Your favourite drink? Tea
  8. Fear? Heights
  9. Favourite shoes? Converse
  10. Favourite way to relax? Cuddling
  11. Your mood? Calm
  12. I love? Boyfriend
  13. Where were you last night? Shoppers 
  14. Something that you aren't? Rude
  15. Muffins? Carrot
  16. Wish list item? Scooter
  17. Where you grew up? Toronto 
  18. Last thing you did? Write
  19. What are you wearing right now? Pyjamas
  20. Something you hate? Ignorance
  21. Your pets? Fish
  22. Friends? Supportive
  23. Life? Sweet
  24. Regrets? Few
  25. Missing someone? Boyfriend
Fun!

Saturday, May 20, 2017

It's a long weekend!

I need a long weekend. I am glad that it is here.

Work continues to stress me out. I look forward to this longer weekend. It gives me a chance to gather my thoughts, sleep in, and figure out what to pack for my trip

Off to bed. I'm exhausted!

Friday, May 19, 2017

A compliment on my nail colour goes a long way

As crazy as work is these days, I find that the new folks that I have welcomed and trained recently bring a smile to my face when I least expect it.

I was in our regular team meeting on Thursday. I don't normally bring my laptop into these meetings because I don't like being distracted. However, I had another meeting after this one that required my pulling up information that I had prepared on my laptop.

My manager posed a question to me that he should have known the answer to. He had booked the meeting, for heaven's sake! So, I answered it and continued to listen to him.

A new writer (NW), whom I interviewed and helped train with one of my co-op students a few weeks ago, shot me an instant message. As of late, our corporate instant messaging systems causes me stress when folks pick my brains.

I enjoyed this brief exchange:
NW: Hi, Cutiebootie. I love your nail colour!
Me: Thanks, NW! I thought that I needed a bright colour to liven up our workplace. =)
NW: I agree
All it takes is a small compliment to make someone's day. I have a cheerful berry colour polish on my nails. She made this meeting far more bearable!

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Being contacted by my manager while on vacation... really?

My manager is in worry mode, as my guy had predicted.

I received a long e-mail message from my boss, asking me to prepare a list of who, out of my three students, will be handling a number of tasks while I am away.

I dislike when my manager gets in this mode. He only asks this task from me. It does not happen to anyone else on the team.

The kicker is this last request:
In case of emergency, how to contact you with a minimum (not maximum) 24-hour response time.
What? I am on vacation. There is a reason why I am on vacation. I am not doing work.

I don't think that the mandatory course that we all took about work-life balance has properly register in his head. As someone who has worked from home for years, I am pretty good at distinguishing between doing work and then stopping to focus on my life.

How would you handle such a request? I am inclined to say that I am on vacation. I need to de-stress and recharge. Being contacted by my manager on vacation is not ideal. I should not be checking work e-mail or picking up work calls.

Last September, I took a Friday off as a vacation day. A contractor had quit after three days. My manager sent me two e-mails about this contractor's departure and then left me a voice message on my home phone. To me, this situation is not an emergency that warrants contacting me at home. I foresee a repeat, but amplified in a negative way.