I’ve always said that all I need is a chance and I can prove my value.
I’ve always said that all I need is a chance and I can prove my value.
Today was a busy one at work. I feel super happy to have the opportunity to work on and lead so many new and exciting projects.
Today I had a meeting with one of my co-workers to get her assistance on one of the projects I’m working on. In my department, we have a form very appropriately called the ‘onboarding form’. This is a form that a hiring manager would fill out and send to me and my colleague when they have hired someone new that will be starting on their team soon. This also applies to individuals who are transferring into my department from another one as well as those returning from a leave.
Generally speaking, the purpose of this form is for the management team to inform us of the new hire’s name, job title, and required equipment (laptop, headset, etc). Once we receive it, we will submit the appropriate requests to get the employee’s email address activated, equipment ordered, etc. I have been tasked with re-working this form to make it easier to complete as well as ensure that all the details that we require are included in the form.
The reason I had a meeting with my coworker regarding this form is the fact that it is a ‘very macro’ form in Microsoft word. I haven’t the foggiest idea how to work or edit macros. The reason it requires macros is so that managers cannot ‘accidentally’ delete fields or accidentally edit the form itself. So it’s just a fillable form. I learned a lot today from my coworker Megan. She’s really smart 😊
I’m also working on a project related to Skype. I am piloting video Skype with a few members of the team. In its current state, we can only video message other individuals within the organization. If all goes well, recruiters will be able to do video interviews with external candidates.
It’s just such a far stretch from what I used to do. There was no opportunity to work on something like this that could potentially simplify the way we do things.
I’m really happy with where I am and what I’m doing, but I’m even more excited for what’s to come in the future 🙂
The last two years have been amazing for me. It has been almost two years since I met Greg, and we are having the time of our lives. He that’s and looks at my like we just met. Two years later and he still gives me butterflies.
To be honest…based on my history, I really never thought I’d find someone as amazing as him…and a lot of my friends knew that I felt that way. I had dealt with a lot of shit, not only relationship wise, but health wise too. So when Greg came along and my friends saw how happy i was, they were all happy for me too.
Well…almost all of them.
Someone i used to be close to resented the fact that I was in a relationship. She was mad that I wasn’t spending as much time with her after I met Greg as I was before.
I would say that i’m a bit of a late bloomer among my friends when it comes to relationships. My closest friends and I went to school with and grew up with began to get into relationships, then got married, then had children. At first, I didn’t understand it. One of my best friends began to fade away a bit and I knew it was because she was focused on her relationship. I blogged about it. In my blog post I talked about how much I missed her. She happened to visit my blog and read it.
She understood. She called me, we talked about it, and we made a promise to hang out when possible, but to also understand that as we get older, our focus shifts a bit. For the most part, the goal of a relationship is either marriage or at least a long term commitment. The goal is to foster this relationship into something that will last forever. This goal was that this relationship would result in a family.
Years later, I found myself on the otherside. I met a wonder man who swept me off of my feet. We of course spent a lot of time together. So when I came across my (former) friend, she basically stated that I had abandoned my friends now that I was in a relationship. I never called anymore. It’s interesting because I had sent her a few messages before that and she didn’t respond. I messaged her again and challenged her for not responding. She said she was busy with her own stuff so I left it at that. She messaged me again and i didn’t answer.
So for that reason i was shocked that she felt that I was abandoning my friends when I took me at least 3 messages to get a response from her. That was nearly a year ago.
I came to find the other day that she unfriended me from various social media sites.
Like, as people get older, things change. I’m spending time with someone who I plan on building a future with. I still manage to have relationships with my other friends. My friends that aren’t mad at me for having a boyfriend. In gaining a boyfriend I lost exactly 1 friend, someone who clearly wasn’t a friend to begin with or they would be happy that I’m happy.
I’m in a job that I love that just gave me an amazing bonus and an even more amazing raise. Greg and i are working hard to build our future together. I have zero time for needy, immature people.
I wish no one any ill will, but I won’t be upset about someone unfriending me because I’m in a relationship and happy.
It has been two months since I started working at my new job…and time sure does fly! I’m pretty well versed in all of the tasks, though I’m still learning every day which is great. Being in this environment is so rewarding. It feels good being on a team where your presence makes a distinct difference. I’m so used to being in a role where I perform tasks similar to hundreds of other people, and the contribution that you make often gets lost. In my two months at my current job, I’ve already received 7 emails of thanks from my co-workers-2 from my colleagues, one from my immediate manager, one from a senior manager, one from a director, and 2 from senior directors (one of them being my one-up boss) . I didn’t know (or have forgotten) what it feels like when someone acknowledges the fact that you went out of your way to find a solution to the problem they’re having.
Earlier this month, I started a once a week course of IV iron which lasted 3 weeks in total. I’ve been feeling really tired and getting up in the morning was becoming increasingly difficult. I’ve been fighting through it, as after I get up, get myself ready, and prepare to get out of the door, I feel better. But I’ve taken up drinking coffee, something I’ve never gotten into before. In my previous role, I’d have likely called in sick if I felt this way. Being glued to a desk and dealing with people would simply be too difficult. Also, people rely on me in my current role. If I wasn’t there…lots could and would go wrong.
So after completing this 3 week course of iron, I waited until this past week to do bloodwork. What I found was that my hemoglobin was still low. Honestly, I didn’t need a blood test to tell me this; I could feel it.
This weekend, Greg and I went to the Ex on Friday after I finished work. We got there around 5pm, and by 8pm I was so done. We got home and were pretty much in bed and asleep by 10pm.
The next day, we woke up and were on the road to Innisfil. Greg’s parents are away on vacation so he’s watching the dogs. We got to Innisfil, went shopping, and marinated the meat we bought for the barbecue we would have for dinner. Greg went outside to water the tree/lawn, so I went to lie down on the couch and cuddle with Primo. Before I knew it, I was full out sleeping.
Later on, we had our barbecue, took a shower, then hopped into bed. It was 8:30pm! By 9:30 or so we were both out cold.
The next day (today) we went to Nandos for an early dinner then came back home. We went to bed just to lie down with the dogs…again, fell asleep for an hour.
I called my nurse and left her a message asking her to look into my bloodwork to see what can be done to raise my hemoglobin, because this tiredness is getting to me!
I’m almost two weeks into my new job, and I must say that I’m loving every moment of it! My department is comprised of many recruiters and directors and managers and such. As for me, both myself and my colleague (we are both coordinators and do the same job) report to one manager; we are his only direct reports.
This is definitely a change. I’m learning…I’m doing new things, and I’m feeling like my work is actually making a difference. Everyone is really nice. My priorities now are to try and remember everyone’s name and to become comfortable with all of the processes and procedures in place. If anyone has a question about ANYTHING, be it a request for highlighters, the replacement of a broken headset, ordering business cards, responding to emails from potential job candidates, getting a new hire ready and set up with all the system access they’ll need for when they arrive…or deleting all of their access after they’ve left…all of this falls on our shoulders. My partner has been here for 8 months and she’s an absolute wiz. She’s definitely a wealth of knowledge and definitely a Jill of all trades, so I look forward to continuing to work with and learn from her so that I too can be a “Jill of all trades”. Tomorrow I have a business lunch scheduled. Me! A business lunch! So excited/exciting.
I’ve only been in this department for a short time…but in that time I’ve learned something very huge. What I’ve learned is that I NEVER want to do what I was doing before ever again. I never thought I could work full time, but I was wrong. I just couldn’t work full time in the environment that I was previously in…and I hope to NEVER return. Hopefully after this temporary role is up, I’ll either be able to stay in the same role, or, even better, apply to and be accepted into a greater role.
But for now…so far, so good. 🙂
It seems like just a few short months ago I was ringing in the new year with friends at a local restaurant/bar. Now, seemingly out of nowhere, it’s Christmas Eve. While Christmas is one of my favourite times of the year, it’s hard to be the kind of “joyful” and “happy” that this time of the year is supposed to bring.
I know I shouldn’t have necessarily expected a white Christmas, as apparently due to statistics, over the past several years, there has been about a 50/50 chance of a white Christmas. But over the last several days, it has been warm. Like, record breakingly warm. I think it was 16 degrees Celsius outside today. As we drove down the street, we saw people happily walking their dogs and otherwise strolling down the street-some in short sleeves. I’ve spent a Christmas or two in Florida, but those occasions were exceptions. I’ve always enjoyed the whole idea of snow and Christmas.
Also…I mean…I went the funeral of a dear, dear friend yesterday. I tried to remain strong, and for the most part I did. The beginning of the funeral and the end were the most difficult for me. Life is crazy. I’m sure when Anna went into the hospital on December 7…she didn’t think she wouldn’t see another Christmas. She didn’t know that this past November would be her last…this past October/Halloween. Hell, she didn’t know what she wouldn’t leave the hospital at all. She didn’t know that she would be with God less than two weeks later.
But, I also have tons to be thankful for. Amazing friends, amazing family, and amazing things to look forward to. But this whole experience with Anna hits home more than ever that we shouldn’t take life for granted. Say what you feel; mean what you say.
Merry Christmas to all.
The last few months have definitely been eventful, both for amazing and not so amazing reasons.
My creatinine is still acting crazy. At last check, it was 170-something. It has been hovering in this range for the last few months. It bothers me, because my baseline used to be around 100 or even lower. A couple of weeks ago I had a kidney biopsy done. I have a follow up appointment with my nephrologist on Monday, so we will discuss the results of the biopsy then. I imagine that it’s not anything dire or I would have received a phone call.
I also managed to sprain my ankle in mid November. I was just walking down the street after having just left the grocery store…and suddenly my ankle started hurting. I didn’t do anything to it as far as I know, but I guess it’s possible that I rolled my ankle and didn’t notice. All I know is that it was painful. When I sprained it, I was actually headed to the bank. I met a delightful man sitting in front of the grocery store entrance who was asking for change. I didn’t have any, but I felt compelled to give him something. I don’t always feel that way…but I did this time. I had made the decision to go to the bank, withdraw $20, buy a drink from Starbucks, and take some of that change and give it to the man. It was when I was on my way to Starbucks that this ankle shit started up. I almost said to myself to forget the whole thing and head for the subway so I could go home. But, since I had made this commitment in my own mind, I decided to follow through. The gentleman at the door of the grocery store seemed to really appreciate the gesture, and I felt good about it.
Two days later I spent the day at the hospital waiting and waiting. In the end, I was diagnosed. A sprained ankle with some torn ligaments sprinkled on top. I got an ankle splint as per the ER doctor’s suggestion, then off I went. A month has passed and my ankle feels much better-I’m not limping all over the place thankfully. But I want to give it time to heal properly.
Other than that, life is good. Greg and I just recently celebrated 10 months together, and I’m happy to have him. He makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world! He’s super sweet.
Speaking of Greg, he’s right beside me right now so I should probably pay attention to him 🙂
I’ve blogged through tears way too often.
I’ve felt sad and without hope way too often.
The strange thing is..even though those past situations and occurrences hurt so bad, I think they were necessary. Not only have they taught me that I, at the end of the day, have to honour me and put ME first, but they also taught me that I deserve more; I deserve better.
You know what I thought? I thought that because I have an illness/condition, that I have to…”put up” with things, like perhaps not being treated as well as I should be treated, because I did not have the right to be “picky” about men. I should be so happy/lucky that someone wants to be with me in spite of the fact that I have a tricky and often unpredictable condition. I felt like I was either going to have to put up with that kind of shit, or I was going to need to “date down”. When I say date down, I mean that I would have to date someone that I actually had little in common with and wasn’t really attracted to simply because they wanted or was willing to give me the time of day.
Having learned to talk to others about my feelings and having learned to be open to and accept the (unbiased) suggestions of others, I began to heal. I healed enough to feel like I was ready to “put myself out there” again. I was guarded-very guarded, but I did it.
I went on many first dates. Many of those first dates would also be last dates, but I did go on many dates and met many nice people. But, while dating these nice people, I had to keep in mind that I’m allowed to be a bit picky. I had to keep in mind that people could be nice people and still not “be for me”.
I met one guy in particular-he was great. Our first date was to a local pub for dinner, then out for coffee after dinner. On that first date, he baked me gluten free red velvet cupcakes from scratch. They were quite good, too! We sent text messages back and forth several times a day. We went out a second time, this time for dinner and a movie. He was super nice and I very much enjoyed his company. Pretty cool, huh?
Not quite. Yes, he was a wonderful, kind, and thoughtful individual. But…just not for me. There were certain things about him that I didn’t like. I didn’t like that fact that he was sometimes…negative for no good reason.
“That movie looks terrible. I wouldn’t be caught dead watching that.”
“Only an idiot would watch “
Aside from that…it just didn’t feel right. I knew that he really liked me. When I became distant and pulled away from him, he chased. But I let him go.
Just as I was letting him go, I met another guy. We texted back and forth and spoke on the phone daily for about a week before going on a first date.
The day we were to go on our first date was a day with near blizzard conditions. Undeterred, he picked me up right on time. When he picked me up, he came armed with sour peach candy (I had mentioned that sour peach candies were my favourite type of candy) and had in mind exactly where we were going to go for dinner. Much to my delight, he pulled into the parking lot of a pizza place that I told him was one of my favourites. The fact that he was not only listening, but incorporated these things into our first date was quite impressive if I do say so myself.
We chatted and laughed over pizza, often pausing without words while exchanging shy smiles and giggles.
I like this guy…and this was only after the first date! And what’s more? He lives, literally, without exaggeration, about a 1-2 minute drive from my house!
We went out a few more times and I realized that I really did like this guy, and it was very clear that he liked me too. When this realization began to sink in, I knew that the time for me to tell him a little bit about me and my condition was here.
So I told him.
I told him that I had lupus. I told him about my kidney transplant. He knew about my knee surgery, as the scar on my knee is very apparent. I drew my breath in and let it out slowly.I was scared. I was scared about what he would say or how he would feel about it.
What he said next is something I will never forget.
He told me that he wanted to be there for me no matter what. He told me that he would take care of me.
He told me he wanted to be my rock.
I couldn’t help it. I burst into tears. No one has ever said anything like that to me. They way he looked right into my eyes when he said it…I don’t know how else I can describe it except to say that it was powerful. We sat there for about half an hour, me crying quietly in his arms.
As my tears began to dry, he asked me a few general questions about my condition that I was happy to answer. He asked me if I had any limitations he should know about, or anything that he should or shouldn’t do. The fact that he asked these things because he wanted to make sure that I was well and comfortable…it was just plain thoughtful and amazing.
This all happened at the beginning of February. We have spoken to and/or seen each other every day since then.
He’s always very complimentary. He makes me feel like the prettiest girl he has ever seen. He never makes me feel self-conscious about my scars or my less than perfect body. He’s loving and accepting of all my perceived imperfections…all of my curves and all of my edges. When he looks at me…the way he looks at me..I can tell that he feels just as lucky to have me as I feel lucky to have him. In fact, he tells me this often. I tell him too.
Since our first date, I’ve told him whenever I’m going to a doctor’s appointment, what it’s about, what happened at my appointment, etc. Since then, he’s been nothing but kind, gentle, caring, and attentive. He has been perfect. There is still much to tell and much to learn, but we’re in no rush. I tell him new stuff about me often, and he always impresses me with his amazingly supportive responses.
Is he my knight in shining armour? Is he the guy I’ll end up with forever and ever? Who knows. But what I can say is that it’s absolutely extraordinary to know that there are (still) amazing people like him out there…and I just feel privileged to call him my boyfriend.
Oh yeah, meet Greg, my boyfriend.
It has certainly been a while since I have posted an update…so here goes!