So long colleagues

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After two and a half years of commuting to work via public transit (wretch: 2 busses, 1 hour, each way) I am moving to another branch at my Credit Union. It’s all very exciting and I got to work at the other branch a handful of times in the past, but this time it’s permanent. I will be cutting down 50 minutes on my commute, I can sleep in, the washroom facilities are only steps away rather than in a completely different building. It’s in a much more moden, and well … brand new building since staff has only been in there four months prior to me being hired.

I found out on Wednesday that I was to move. Of course I was given the option to stay, but who wants to commute a whole two hours in a day, without a car, in the blistering cold winters? I surely don’t! So, of course I accepted it. This means that I’ll be a lot closer to my Boyfrrien’ds workplace / 15 min walk (hooray, lunches together!) and the gym that I used to go to is in the exact same building!

When I first got hired I was given the tour of both branches and while I was there, I took some photos of the branch. These photos are roughly two years old but nothing has changed except perhaps the decorations. Name has been blurred out for obvious reasons.

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There’s a handful of people I will surely miss. Get this: the ceo, my boss, and a co-worker. That’s a rareity right? Who misses their boss? Well — I for one, will. I’m really close to the three people I just listed and I’m honestly myself around them and we can give each other our honest opinions. For example, if the CEO (who I assume is around 60-65~ish) is wearing a silly sweater vest, I tell him exactly what I think of it. He may get offended for a second or two but snaps back at me with a great hilarious remark about my hair being wild that day, or something. So, it’s really a good connection what I have here at the ‘old branch’.

The CEO & my boss comes up to the other branch a couple of times throughout the month to check on things. However, the third employee that I will miss, does not. He’s like a father figure to me. Dad away from home type thing. I decided to break the news to him first, before any e-mails went out to the staff. Coincidentally it was his last day in the office as he was heading out for vacation to Newfoundland — and is going to meet my parents!! hehe! Anyway, I thought he’d take it fairly easy and be all fatherly-like and say “Well done yourself!”, which he did, don’t get me wrong. But before all that, I just immediately closed his office door, sat down and was like (cue: slapping my theights with my hands) “Well! I’m moving … to (insert branch name)!” I’m not one to be subtle. I just came right out and said it. Of course he was shocked. It was so unexpected!

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1. Entrance to the Credit Union

2. Entrance to Wealth Management

3. Upstairs: GOOGLE!

Staff flew back into our offices as soon as an e-mail from my boss letting everyone know the news, was fired out. People asked me if 3rd employee was alright with it (aww!), and if I was happy to be going there. I didn’t want to be in the office while the e-mail was being sent out because I knew staff would come back and ask what happened and if everything is ok. Which it is, fine. And that did happen. I was a bit hesitant though, after I saw 3rd employee’s reaction. It made me well up a bit, since I saw him get teary eyed. I truly am his work buddy. He’s the man that picked me up from my apartment when it was a blizzard outside, and drove me home in the thunderstorms during the summer months. We usually say a quick hello or just sit in each others office for 4 minutes max, and talk about our weekends. I’ll miss that guy!

Truthfully. I’m extactic. I’ll be doing the exact same job, just not in the back of the office alone. I’ll be out front with all the member services representatives. I’ll get to hear what’s going on and become a better designer as I’ll get to see what exactly the member needs.

Today was my first day.

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Dare to wear

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White nail polish.

Ok, let me explain. I get lazy with my nail polish and never keep a freshly painted manicured nail, because I seriously suck at painting my own nails and it takes forever to dry since I have no patience and glob it on so thick. Right now my nail polish is all picked off and cracked. Awesome right?

A woman at work came up to me and asked if I was wearing, or (get this guys) … WHITE. OUT. White out!

First of all I’d like to address the fact that I have not seen or used nail polish in about 8 years? Seriously? Does anyone still use the paint brushed white out? Isn’t there like a much easier way — with the “white out tape”. Amiright?

Second of all, does she really think I’d paint my nails with a bottle of liquid paper white out? Um, gross. I’m not in grade school any more. I can actually afford nail polish lol.

Thirdly, I would like to point out that this woman who asked me isn’t close to my Mother’s age, oh no no. She probably has 8-10 years on me. But that’s it. Get with the program woman! I blame it on her having children…boys in fact. No girls.

Of course, I corrected her on her assumption of the white out and said it was a polish. OPI Alpine White in fact, but she doesn’t need to know that. Honestly though, I’m not offended or anything. I’m just curious as to why she thought I would actually get a bottle of white out and paint my nails with it. I wonder what she’d say if I ended up wearing something like black polish. I should try it out.

Ooh. After work, I’m getting another pedicure. Squee! Mainly because as soon as I got my last one I ended up walking on a sandy beach the very next day… and you know what that looks like. Nastiness. Plus, it was a gross pale salmon/pink color and I mean. Hello? It’s summer. Time for some BOLD scorchin’ hot pink BABY!

See you all tomorrow!

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Post weekend wrap up on humpday

transitionOops! I totally forgot to tell you guys what I did this weekend. Mainly Sunday though because Saturday was just full of fail. I was so sleep deprived on Sunday since we went to bed so late preparing for my boyfriend’s first tri of the season, and we also had to wake up at 6AM in order to get to the race on time, which was pretty close to Toronto.

The race was a disaster. We had to park about what seemed 4km’s away from the site with all of his bike, swim and run gear. Of course, I was the one burdened down with it all afterward, carrying it all around during the race so I wouldn’t miss a snap shot of my guy. I just didn’t want to have to walk back to the car and back to the race site, because I think I did that last year and missed him on the bike!

It was such a nasty day out too. It was incredibly gusty and the wind was enough to knock me down some times. I couldn’t imagine what it was like in the water! Poor boyfriend got a few mouthfuls of water coming in to the final leg of the swim, and didn’t do as well as he had hoped for the 750 meter.

My boyfriend mentioned he, and everyone else didn’t go as fast due to the incredibly windy day on the 30km bike. He said it literally felt dangerous. Plus there were a bunch of new racers (of course — being that it is the beginning of the race season) and they wouldn’t listen to the other athletes on the road. Ignoring commands such as “ON YOUR LEFT” when you’re trying to pass a person. You can see my boyfriend sprinting to the finish line in one of the photos I posted below. There, the guy actually some what pushed him into the sponsor banners, unknowingly.  And whatta ya know, he was a newbie. (Boyfriend is in the grey suit).

I failed at getting photos too, because people kept stepping out into the road (HUGE pet peeve) and blocking my view. Hence the photo of boyfriend’s blurry and only bike snap shot of the race. Boo!! I now leave you with some photos. (Such a negative post, lol sorry!)

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