Something unexpected happened yesterday at work; they named me the Employee of the Month for April. My department saw it's busiest month ever outside of a Christmas season, and we did it understaffed due to an employee quitting without notice, but still, I wasn't expecting that. As a matter of fact, my supervisor and I had been conspiring to recognize the employee who did the most to bail us out of out bind, and who we consequently hired out of his current department and into ours. When I asked her if he had gotten it, she was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "Congratulations," she said, "I nominated YOU instead, and you were voted in!" Apparently I beat out 5 other nominees, and 4 managers had planned to nominate me.
So a selfie for the EoM board it is.
Today had some moments in it. The little karateka did alright in class today, but was still distracted like a 3 year old. Afterwards I took a detour on the way home and checked out 2 options for tots swim lessons, because he aught to know the basic water safety stuff, and have a calm happy relationship with water... right now I'm pretty sure if he fell in, he would panic. Not good, and it's something that as a former WSI I feel pretty guilty about. Still shopping after looking at those.
We stopped at BK for lunch. I got a Jr. Whopper for me and an order of chicken fries for the boy. I stole one of his fries, ate most of my sandwich... for the last 2 bites worth, I ditched the rest of the bun and just ate the innards. I should have done that from the get-go... I over ate. Oui! So Full! No good. Can't keep it all in... That happens sometimes now when I eat too quickly, or just plain don't stop when I really should (but there's only one bite left!) So I pull over in a parking lot, near a dumpster... I position myself between some landscaping and the wall of the dumpster enclosure, so no passerbys are likely to witness the disgustingness, and everything will land on grass where Mother Nature will take care of it over time, and with it being right next to the dumpster, it's unlikely the smell will be the strongest odor in the area... I figured it was as fortunate a spot for an unfortunate occurrence as I was likely to get. Of course all of this parking and noticing and thinking happened in the span of a few brief seconds before lunch, which was my first meal today, came back up. Just after it did I see a sudden movement from a space about a foot to the left of where it had landed. A previously unnoticed Blue Jay cocked his head at me and gave me an angry glare.
I apologized to him for puking in his home and possibly hitting him with some splatter... He squawked angerily and hopped deeper into the brush.
Once I finally got home, we reviewed some of the karate stuff with the boy, fed the baby, let the kids watch some TV and Play with some toys for a bit before nap time. Then I worked on wrapping up the last of my papers for my Comp II course. I have an unfortunate history of signing up for Comp II and then not going to many of the classes, not doing the papers and the like... I have 4 Fs on my college transcript with Comp II next to them... Not this time though. I attended ever single session - including the one the day after I was stabbed 5 times and had an internal organ carved out of me. Every paper has been written, revised, revised and revised and it is likely the two I turned in tonight are DONE. If so I have an A in the class and it's over. I'll find out when I show up Thursday. If they need further revision, I have 3 hours Thursday to accomplish that. Regardless, I have defeated the dreaded COMP II beast, and can move on.
After I trekked up to the college to turn in the papers, I went off to Judo, where Mr Kinser finally remembered to bring in the list of belt requirements for me to take home and study. Class went well, we covered most of the techniques for the 2nd (of 5) test for the 2nd belt. While we were in class Mr. Paul Hearter, one of Mr. Kinser's black belts, showed up to chat with Mr. Stilwell, so I hung out after class to listen in to their chatter. I love hearing the
Bushidokan old guard talk.
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