Saturday, March 25, 2017

A colleague going through a second divorce

I get along with most of my colleagues. Naturally, I don't get along with everyone. There is the odd one that ends up being negative towards me. I can't deal with that toxicity, but I still end up working with this person to get whatever work-related tasks completed.

In this post, I am focusing on a colleague whom I have known for several years. She started a year after I did. She has held a number of positions at the company, including technical support, quality assurance, and software development.

A few years ago, she got married. I spoke to both of them together and on separate occasions at work.

That marriage didn't work out. Both my guy and I were surprised that it didn't, because they seemed to be a good fit.

Her hometown is Istanbul. She is a Canadian citizen. Shortly after her divorce, she returned to Istanbul. A year later, she met a man, dated, and got married yet again. My guy and I were thrilled that she had found love and happiness again.

She and her husband moved back to Canada. A couple of months ago, we bumped into each other in the kitchen at the office. We caught up. Her locker is next to mine.

On Friday, I visited the women's washroom at work. I opened the door and she was there looking in the mirror. She said hi to me and I reciprocated. She confided in me that her second marriage has dissolved. I didn't do any probing. When she is comfortable about sharing such details with me, she will. I let her know that if she wanted to talk about anything, I was there for her. She seemed to appreciate it.

Being divorced, I get how hard it can be on multiple levels. I won't be able to comprehend going through it twice, but I know that it is never pleasant dissolving a marriage. 

Friday, March 24, 2017

Being good, but bad

Although we both don't like to end our phone conversations, they do have to end sometime. We tend to lengthen them for a few more minutes.
"Be good, even though you have a hard time doing so," he said.
"What do you mean? I am your good girl," I insisted.
"No, you are my bad girl. Why do you think I have to spank you?" he asked me.
"You just like punishing me, whether I am good or bad," I remarked.
"I got a confession from you that you're a bad girl," he reminded me.
"I only admitted that I was bad to make the spanking stop," I reasoned.
"The confession is still valid in my books," he insisted.
"You did say that I was a good girl. Can't you do it again?" I asked.
"I made a mistake by calling you a good girl twice. We know that you're bad. When I return, I will show you how bad you are," he warned.
"You make me happy," I replied.
All our conversations should end on such a fun note.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Depression and signs of love

A friend of mine told me the other day that his son has been suspended from his high school for a few weeks. It kind of took me by surprise.

His son has been experimenting with some sort of drug in pill form. He has been taking it for at least a couple of weeks with some friends. Apparently, while he was high, he slapped the butt of a female student, which caused his suspension from school.

You hear all these stories about pills that get you high and how potent they can get. Some simply die from taking a single pill. So, I am grateful that his son is alive. However, there must be an underlying reason why he experimented with his friends.

My friend advised that his son is depressed. His son is in grade 9. I always feel that the transition between grades 6 and 7, and grades 8 and 9 to be the most difficult. For me, it was the former. I was incredibly depressed in grade 7 that I didn't want to go to school. It didn't make sense considering how much of I love to learn. I needed someone to talk about it, but I felt like I was being dismissed.

My cry for help was missing a ton of school. I managed to get counselling, which helped me talk things through and out. It made me realize that, despite missing nearly a month of school, that I still had decent marks. I still passed everything. I even managed to get the third highest mark in shop class out of all things!

His son is obese. His parents and daughter are bright as can be. He doesn't fit that mould. So, he is getting help by talking things through. I can only hope that things getting better for my friend's son and his family.

I told my guy about that. My guy and I know that both depression and anxiety tend to run in the family. Support is key. My guy has been doing pretty well getting help and being on medication. Naturally, it's different from one person to the next.
"I miss you," I said to him after our chat.
"Likewise," he told me. "I miss smacking your butt for being you."
"That makes me happy," I said.
My guy is happy and doing fine these days. I can't ask for anything more.

I went to the local drug store later that evening to pick up some vitamins. I found the purple sheep stuffed toy that my guy had bought me. There was only one left. It seemed like a nice sign that my guy is always with me, no matter where I go.

It's nice that I can come home and have reminders around that I am loved, especially when he is abroad.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Phone call and prostate exam

My guy is doing well in Istanbul. He is there on business for two weeks. He called me on Tuesday afternoon.
"Am I disturbing you?" he asked me.
"Not at all. You took me away from a talkative colleague, so you saved me," I replied.
He liked that remark. It was good to hear his voice. We both miss each other.

Before he left, he had a physical exam done.
"I had a prostate exam. All was okay," he replied.
"Did it do much for you?" I teased.
"No, it didn't do anything for me," my guy replied, laughing.
"Are you sure?" I teased him some more.
"I knew that you'd say something like that!" he exclaimed.
I love teasing him.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

A-to-z challenge 2017

I have decided once again to participate in the A-to-Z challenge. I don't have a theme yet again. I would feel restricted if I did.

This year's challenge is a bit different. Rather than having a list of blogs that are shown on each post in April, I simply visit the challenge's site and leave a comment. That way, folks on that site can find my blog post and take the plunge to come visit here!

I hope that you'll read along in April. It's funny how, when I first started the challenge, I felt that I could not blog for practically the entire month of April. I did it and blog more often than I used to.

Monday, March 20, 2017

Shamrock shake and period sex

I had my first shamrock shake on Friday night. I decided to give it a try when I visited McDonald's for a bite after work.

Canada is a bit behind as far as offering all-day breakfast at McDonald's. For a while, a handful of stores offered a limited selection of breakfast items. They proved to be a success. These days, you can get all-day breakfast at any store, except that the items are still limited.

As an example, I love the sausage McGriddle. It's only available during regular breakfast hours. I typically have that after I have visited the clinic for bloodwork and have been fasting for it.

However, the all-day breakfast does offer three types of McMuffins, so I am good. I tried the hotcakes (pancakes). Mine were cold and the person failed to provide me with maple syrup.

I suppose that I like breakfast for dinner because I don't often go out for breakfast. I typically eat before I go to work. If I am on vacation or on the road, I will either fix myself breakfast in my hotel room or go fetch some. Naturally, if I am going out for brunch, it depends on whether the restaurant offers breakfast items.

Anyway, getting back to my first shamrock shake in my entire life, I have also been fairly sheltered from the milkshake world at McDonald's. I rarely have them. I got into them when I lived in Minnesota. However, they were custard shakes from Culver's and were yummy.

So, I had the shamrock shake and it was okay. It tasted like fake mint. Thank goodness I only ordered the small. At least I can scratch this item off my bucket list.

It seems weird that I would also mention period sex in this post. I am roughly two hours away from finishing the Grey e-book. Ana and Christian engage in sex while Ana is on her period.

I personally don't feel like having sex when I am bloated and on my period. My guy has never asked to have sex while I am menstruating. I frankly told him that I don't think that both of us would like the sight of seeing blood during it. He nodded in agreement and is perfectly fine when I focus on my attention on him when we are intimate.

My guy loves to please me. When we started dating, he asked me whether it was okay to spank me while I was on my period. I didn't mind it, as long as I was clothed.

So, when it comes to trying a shamrock shake or period sex, I will decline both.

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Sweet reminders of my guy when he is away

At work, most of us have lockers that are on wheels. Many folks who get moved from one software development team to another tend to roll their lockers closer to where they sit.

In my case, I have been practically on every team that you can imagine. My locker has always remained where it currently is. I can't be bothered rolling it.

The other day, I decided to do some spring cleaning. I waited until most folks were out of the area, so I could go through everything and toss out items that I no longer needed.

I felt good after I was done. I didn't need to keep resumes that I had printed out of prospective candidates. I decided to take some tea out of my locker and place it on my desk. They are tea flavours that both my guy and I purchased.

My guy's thoughtfulness appears in my locker. I have many teas that he had brought back from his travels to Istanbul, Dubai, and Chennai. I also have a couple of his training guides. Unfortunately, our company still likes printing out training manuals, so he can't share his soft copy of the materials.

I miss my guy already, but appreciate his gifts to me. He is always thinking of me when we are apart. I am thankful that he is in my life.

He told me that he got me the purple sheep plush toy so that I could cuddle it like I do with him. He does help. As always, the real deal is always best.