Sunday, April 30, 2017

Work-related question, almond beverage, and thoughtfulness

On Saturday, my guy missed me so much that he wanted to talk to me before and after his course. He is sweet that way.

The second chat that we had over the phone, I was having a late lunch at a shawarma place. He recommended that I get the beef shawarma. It was nice that he was keeping me company and making a food suggestion while I was there.
"I have a work-related question," he stated.
"What happened to your usual by-the-way lead-in, which tips me off that it's work-related?" I asked.
"I didn't want to alarm you, but I guess that I should have started it off that way," he admitted.
He described his issue. I told him the scoop and advised that I would provide links to the work that my team produces. His work is now dependent on what my team writes. It's isn't a newsflash, but it puts pressure on his group to deliver faster.
"You're lucky that you have me to help you out here," I pointed out.
"I'm lucky to have you all the time. I owe you a lot," he said.
"You're so mushy. You did buy me almond beverage from our favourite liquidation place," I said.
"Yes. Don't forget to take them from me tomorrow," he advised.
"We'll need to do it before our date. Otherwise, we'll both forget," I stated.
"True. I can't wait to see you."
He's thoughtful and sweet. I'm lucky to have him.

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Can I ignore you permanently or just for today?

Sometimes, I can be witty. Other times, I am so focused on doing something that my wit is non-existent.

This short post is thankfully about the former.

The other day, Sharky, the development manager who, according to my guy, has a crush on me, had sent an e-mail to add something into a document. He came over to his locker, which is next to my desk, to get something from it.

I started a conversation about the information that he had just asked me to add. It didn't make sense for a number of reasons.

After he verified that I had a point, we had this brief exchange of words:
"You're right. Just ignore me," he replied.
"Permanently or just for today?" I asked him.
He smiled, likely because he welcomed the attention that I was providing.

My manager sits next to me. He laughed. One of my co-op students sits on the other side of our manager. She laughed, too.

Hey, if you are going to open yourself up to such a zinger, I am taking it!

Friday, April 28, 2017

Aggravating insurance question, farewell to a student, and hello to celebrating seven years at work

This week has been quite the mix. Frankly, I can't wait for this week to be over.

Late last week, I got a call from the drug program that I am on for my eye injections. This program will cover the remaining 10% of the drug cost that my insurance does not cover. That's good. I had to schedule a phone meeting with yet another person at my insurance company. It was on Monday.

We talked. She asked me whether I wanted my insurance to handle getting the drug from its own pharmacy or to go with my ophthalmologist's pharmacy. This question actually caused my stress level to go up. I asked what the difference was. Apparently, going with my own insurance's pharmacy would lower costs for my insurance.

I basically slammed this woman by saying that I shouldn't have to decide. All I am concerned about is showing up for my appointment next week and having the drug available for my eye injection. Can this insurance's pharmacy guarantee that it will deliver the drug that I need to my ophthalmologist's office on time? I told her that I should not need to be concerned about whether the drug will be there for me. I need to get better. My health is more important that dealing with such an odd issue that only benefits my insurance company, but could cause issues for me if someone drops the delivery ball.

I flat out said that I wanted to go with my ophthalmologist's pharmacy. It has worked fine for my first appointment. Why break it? Why add more unnecessary stress?

Friday is one of my co-op student's final day of her work term. She is a sweet person who gave me looseleaf green tea from China as a gift. She wasn't one of my better students, though. I think that she is young and needs to mature. She also needs to establish a better work ethic, which I hope will get better with time and experience.

On Friday, we have a farewell lunch for her. I also have three interviews to conduct that same day, as we are hiring new writers and can't keep up with the growth. It will be hectic, to say the least!

My guy and I talked about how long we have been with our employer. He started six months before I did. He hit his seven-year anniversary last month. Mine is in September. It's crazy that we have lasted this long and met at work. We are grateful.

Our next date is on Sunday. He has already requested my wearing a skirt. It's sweet that he asks ahead of time.

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Z is for petting penis zoo #AtoZchallenge

Technically, z stands for zipping along, as in this challenge is over for me. It went by quickly.

Instead, I am marvelling over the penis, an organ that I have access to, thanks to my guy.

The other day, I was performing oral on my guy's erect penis and finished off by giving him a handjob. It amazes me how the penis starts in a dormant state and ends up being huge.

After we had cleaned up, we both watched my guy's member retract. When it was back at its dormant state, I asked him whether I could stroke it. If it was too sensitive, I didn't want to make things worse. My guy was fine with my caressing it.

Naturally, we were both in a dopey state of mind. We ended up talking about my gentle stroking and petting his member.
"I feel like I am at my own penis zoo, lovingly petting it," I said, which made us both laugh.
"I like this," my guy admitted.
"It's so smooth," I remarked.
It's not a usual thing for us to do. However, it's a relaxing, intimate form of affection that we both enjoyed.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Y is for yay! Fifty Shades Darker is out on HD digital download #AtoZchallenge

On Tuesday, I got access to my digital download of Fifty Shades Darker, the movie, from Cineplex Store. I purchased a Superticket, which is essentially your movie ticket to watch it at the theatre and the digital download to watch it all you want, no matter where you are.

To say that I am pleased that I have the movie is quite the understatement! I have watched it twice already. It helps that I worked from home on Tuesday. I get to work from home again today. Yes, I love this movie so much that it never grows old. I love this one even more than Fifty Shades of Grey, which got me hooked on the movie series.

The unrated version of the movie is available for download on both the Play Store and iTunes. Last year, I downloaded it from the latter. I am going to hold off and get the DVD version. I want the physical DVD that also comes with some special goodies. Of course, there is never-seen footage. So, I can wait a bit longer to get my fix. After all, I need something to look forward to next month, right?

I have the movie at long last. I'm perfectly content playing it over and over. Yay!

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

X is for Xerox and other brand names that have become either nouns or verbs #AtoZchallenge

Whenever I do a challenge that involves writing about a topic that begins with x, I think so much that I could probably send smoke signals calling for help.

I decided to go with Xerox. My third printer that I ever owned in my life was a cute, multifunctional Xerox. It looked like an old-school telephone. The receiver part was a handheld scanner. You could take it off to scan, or you could feed your paper through it while it was securely on the printer. I loved it, but it died.

Xerox is one of those brand names that ended up being a verb. Did you xerox that contract? It became a synonym for photocopy.

I first learned about this phenomenon of a brand name becoming a noun or a verb when I was fourteen years old. I travelled with my mom to Hong Kong. It was my first time on Cathay Pacific airlines.

I had nicked my finger. I asked one of the cabin staff to get me a Band-Aid. She didn't know what I had meant, so I explained it to her a bit more. She then said that I was looking for a bandage and got me one.

Growing up, we always referred to the average bandage strip as being a Band-Aid. It's interesting how I took that for granted.

When I think about this incident, it made me more aware of the English language. I also became better at explaining myself. I suppose that this experience sparked my ultimate destiny of becoming a writer by trade.

The same goes with grabbing a Kleenex. We grab a tissue before we sneeze. Well, at least we hope that we're that prepared.

Then, there are Q-tips. Do you have any Q-tips? We need cotton swabs.

I suppose we take brand names and say them so much that they become verbs. Look at Google, the search engine. Go ahead and look up that term. Google it.

English is a fascinating, confusing language. It never gets dull to me.

Monday, April 24, 2017

W is for waiting for a spanking #AtoZchallenge

My guy and I were to meet at 15:00 on Saturday, just after his course. I got to our usual location at exactly that time.

I would say that five minutes later, my guy parked next to my car. I got out of mine and we headed over to the treehouse.

My guy was exceptionally thoughtful and sweet. He had shaved his head. I love when he does, as caressing it feels great and it turns me on. He knew that I would love it. I appreciated it.

We kissed. He kissed my neck and face. I took off my peach sweater to reveal my new shirt. It has a couple of cutouts. It is a cold shoulder top that is comfortable. It's navy blue with white flowers. He loved it.

We hugged. His hands were cold, as usual.
"Even with your hands behind my back, I can still feel how cold your hands are," I remarked.
"You are such a bad girl. I need to punish you," he said, giving my backside a couple of swats.
I went over his knee.
"It's not my fault that your hands are cold," I protested.
"It doesn't matter. You're a bad girl," he said.
He first started spanking me over my short skirt. I liked it. He was feeling the backs of my thighs and giving me a few smacks. He then lifted my skirt up to reveal my lilac-coloured panties.

The smacks got harder. We always have fun exchanges.
"Bad girl," he said, giving me a smack.
"Good girl," I insisted, which got me another slap across my backside.
This conversation lasted for a bit. He then pretended to be annoyed with me and pulled down my panties.
"Oh, no. You must think that I'm really bad," I said.
"Of course," he said, spanking me even harder. "Are you going to behave?" he asked me.
"I already do," I replied.
"I don't think so," he said, giving me a smack.
"What's the right answer? I don't?" I replied, which prompted him to give me another smack with the same intensity.
There was no right or wrong answer. It didn't matter, which made us both laugh. I told him that it was unfair and that the smacks hurt. He acknowledged my comments and continued to spank me. He's such a fun meanie!

I enjoyed the long, hard spanking that I got. It was enjoyable. He paused to admire how pink my butt was and his fine work. He caressed my buttocks and continued spanking me. He finally stopped and pleasured me. It was so intense. I reached orgasm a couple of times. The second time made me rest across his lap for a bit.

As always, he pulled up my panties and pulled down my skirt. He then helped me up.

We cuddled for a bit. I then played with his hard member. Eventually, I unzipped and undid his jeans. I got to hold his erect penis for a bit before I kissed, licked, and sucked it.

My guy was in heaven. He came hard. He was so lethargic afterwards. We cleaned up and then took a brief nap in each other's arms.

It was a wonderful time in the treehouse.