Maybe it’s because it’s too hot where you’re at, but over here, it’s not that warm and I needed some love, which I didn’t really get, oh well, can’t always get what we want.
I’ve realised earlier while watching the weather network that our current temperatures are lower than those of Australia in winter – this is wrong! I can deal with the coolness but the wetness I’m ready for it to stop. I need sun, even if I won’t go out and do the bacon (read sunbathe); I need to see clear blue skies.
At a client of mine they had hired a woman to “help” me. I write “help” because she had other tasks as well, but she had to get things ready for my monthly visits so that I would take less time, thus charge less billable hours. She was a sweet person, except she wasn’t very efficient and she had this habit of misplacing documents. About two months ago I told the owner she wasn’t really “helping” me, and would rather do it all myself. It was taking me longer to figure out what she had done and correcting everything than if she had not touched anything. She forgot to tell me things she had to, and last week she even made a call to a supplier as me. That upset me and wanted to meet with the owner to let him know about it, when I got an email this afternoon informing me he had let her go. One problem solved. I know, I know, it’s not nice to say, but despite her being nice and all, she wasn’t reliable. Good intentions don’t make up for skills and knowledge all the time, sorry to say.
I went shopping for clothes with my mother. What a day. Mom doesn’t shop for herself that often, or rather she does for rather inexpensive things. I wanted her to have some nice clothes. It’s not like she can’t afford them. We were on a roll. She bought five pairs of pants, four shirts, 1 jacket, one bathing suit, two pairs of shorts and one Capri. By the time we met FB Hubby, she (we) were exhausted but happy with our purchases. Next week we might do it again but this time for drapes and some pieces of furniture. It sure was nice to spend some time with her, even if most of it was spent in a changing room of some stores.
I don’t have much to say about MJ’s passing, funerals and all. Why? Well, I don’t really care. Yes it is sad for his kids, but then again I can’t help and wonder how normal of a life they’ve had so far anyway. Like any children who lose a parent they will adapt, and cope. We all do. That’s life. I read somewhere life wasn’t fair. Life is actually pity free. It has no compassion; it’s rough; that’s just the way it is.
Tonight I should be meeting some high school friends for drinks on a nice terrace on the waterfront in Old Montréal. We might be just a few of us, unlike the last get together. Vacations are keeping some away. I guess for those of us present it will be because we want to see each other again.
That’s what I’ve been up to, among other things… ‘bout you?