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My manager dropped my coat on the floor… on purpose…

Okay… so I don’t realistically have enough time to write an entry [working late] but this was too good to pass up…

MINI-PREAMBLE
I get along with my manager quite well. We joke back and forth. I completely respect him as a designer and respect his ability to manage our design team. He has a great sense of humour but an even better poker face… this makes it difficult to tell whether he’s joking or not… Either way, I get his humour… well, I’ll leave it at that for now…

On to the story…

So, my manager walked into my office cubicle today, while eating an apple, to ask me a couple of questions about our department’s FTP site. In mid sentence, he noticed my new winter coat [bought it last weekend] hanging by its hood on the entrance way opening to my cubicle. He placed his apple in his mouth and proceed to unzip the hood from the coat [removable], let the coat fall to the floor and said, “Well that’s a drag… the hood. Came off.”

He smiled, then continued to ask me questions about the FTP site… This made me laugh out loud… I couldn’t help it. He laughed too and then picked up my coat and place on the back of a second chair at my desk leaving the hood where it was, “Can you believe that hood?”. I thought this was pretty funny coming from him… but I wasn’t sure if I should just leave it at that or see how far I could take/push his joke. He did, after all, drop my coat on the floor on purpose, essentially making it so I would have to take time to undo his gag.

So as he continued on about FTP access and such, I picked up my coat from the back of the chair and smile at him as I reached past to grab my hood. I sort of cut him off in mid senence by holding out my coat and hood in a way that implied I wanted him to zip them back together. He laughed and said, “Oh, you don’t want me to do that… I’ll get apple stuff all over your nice new coat.” To which I replied, “Actually… I really think I’d like to see you zip it back together.” We both laughed at this… him probably because he thought the whole thing was funny and didn’t think I was serious… me beacuse I thought this whole thing was hilarious, because I was actually serious and because I was kind of nervous about pretty much telling my manager to zip my coat back together.

This banter continued for a bit until he realised that I wasn’t kidding… this made him smile even more. So he took the coat and the hood and tried to manouver them while still holding the apple. I offered to hold it for him. He laughed a sort of, “No, I don’t think so” and stuck it in his mouth. He zipped my hood back onto my coat and placed it back where it was when first came to visit.

“So… you were asking about the FTP site,” I continued. He smiled and the day went on…

A nice break from the norm…
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steelie

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My lonely office space…

Well, Julé literally just left the office… her work term here is done… I miss her already.

[sigh]

Now that Julé is gone, it’s sinking in even more that Jared doesn’t work here anymore either. I know that he’s been gone for quite some time now but they both worked right next to me and when Jared left, Julé was still here. Now that they’re both gone, I am going to miss them both considerably.

I love good genuine people… good genuine people like Julé and Jared.
They’re awesome.

It’s very quiet here suddenly.
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steelie

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First post-newborn father-toddler story…

Well, it was bound to happen eventually… here is a funny little anecdote about the first morning after Little “X” (our new addition to the famiy) came home. This story, however, is about myself and our two-year-old, Little “L”… who is have some slight lifestyle adjustment issues…

Little “X” and Mommy finally came home from the hospital last Friday which turned Little “L’s” little world on its head…

SIDE NOTE: I’ve just started to confuse myself with Little “L” and Little “X” already. So, from now on, I’ll refer to our new guy as Baby “X” and our older boy as Little “L”.

Little “L” decided to wake up at 5:15 AM Saturday morning — not at all his normal scheduled waking time. Okay, so I’m in charge of Little “L” right now because Mommy/Wife “T” had that C-section which means she can’t really pick him up for five more weeks (which really breaks Mommy’s heart)… which also means that I have to get up with him if he gets up early. So at 5:15 AM, Saturday morning, we are up and ready for milk and cereal, and playtime… or at least Little “L” was…

After Little “L” finished his cereal he wanted to play… with all the noisy toys, of course. Trying to clam/quiet him down didn’t work and only frustrated the poor little guy. I’m sure it didn’t help that I was pretty much asleep on my feet while trying to interact with him. So, I had to resort to what every “good” parent and self-righteous-would-be-parent (you’d be surprised how many would-bes there are) “tisk-tisk” and frown upon… the television. Little “L” is already quite the TV-junkie… zones out completely.

So the TV (parent-of the-year-award killer) acted as a welcomed distraction for a rambunctious Little “L” and a very tired Daddy… actually, I fell asleep on the floor next to him. Don’t worry I have a method of knowing where he is… I take my finger and twist it into his shirt or pantleg, so to move he has to yank my finger free which wakes me up… except for this day…

Well, it did wake me up but I didn’t actually get up (character flaw) and just drifted somewhere between the land of the dreaming and the land where I wish I were dreaming… I could hear Little “L” go out into the kitchen and start digging through one of the drawers. I pseudo-incoherently asked him to stop playing in the drawer and to come out of the kitchen… I dozed off again… Little “L” proceeded to listen to the requests of his apparently-not-so-great-role-model-of-a father and came out of the kitchen like a good little boy… with a surprise…

Little “L” came over to sleeping-me and dumped an entire Ziplock bag of his old metal baby utensils on me to wake me up. This worked briefly but I was honestly so exhausted that I just dozed off again. So, Little “L” decided that he did not like me pretending I was a Sleeping Beauty Beast and started jabbing me with the only fork that was in the Ziplock bag… Naturally, I wake up, a bit stunned from this rude but appropriately-timed awakening. I ask Little “L”, “What are you doing?” And he just looked at me with wide eyes and a smile and said, “Fork!”, and went right back to jabbing me until I got up off the floor to play with him.

So, I was up for the day quite early that Saturday… and now I am no longer actively avoiding caffeine. Infact, later that same day I went to the grocery store to buy some really strong coffee and filters.
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steelie

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It’s a boy!

As of this morning, at 8:14 AM AST, our family grew by one perfect little person to the perfect number four… Little baby “X” came into this world weighing in at 7 lbs 4.3 oz, at a length of 19.5 in.

He’s so tiny.

He’s perfect.

Little “X”  is almost a cookie cutter replica of what Little “L” looked like just over two years ago. He has Mommy’s nose… Little “L” has mine. Other than that they look so similar, it’s uncanny.

I love him so much.

The C-section went so well… less than 30 minutes from the time of the first incision to the time they wheeled us into the recovery room. And my wife, “T”, is doing great. Last time she went through 24 hours of labour then when through an emegency C-section which left her absolutely exhausted and in tears. Today, she was tired (we had to get up at 5:15 AM to get ready for the operation) but in great spirits… She’s awesome.

It hasn’t sunken in completely for Little “L”… I think it will start to when Little “X” comes home and invades his entire world… and doesn’t leave.

We were already so lucky to have had Little “L”… and now we have Little “X”… There is nothing that I could actually post that could cover what I’m feeling right now.
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steelie, “T”, Little “L”, and now Little “X”

Oh, and I got attacked by my Pupkin-spice Soy-latte yesterday… I didn’t see it coming… more on that later…
;O)

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Just a quickie…

So, today I put in the second carseat today in anticipation of the arrival of “sprout” this coming Tuesday. I was reminded of the first time I did this for Little “L’s” arrival and how I knew my life was going to change forever… and I mean I knew it was going to drastically change. But what was funny, was (bare with me) I knew that even though I knew my life was going to change forever… I also knew that I really had no idea how much it was going to change. Somehow, I thought that because I knew I had no idea, that it might actually prepare me more than it would have otherwise…

…nope!

Today, I had the same thoughts running through my head… I remembered thinking that  knowing I knew nothing was somehow preparing me for not knowing what I knew I didn’t know. But, alas… all I really know is that I really don’t have a clue what it’s going to be like other than the same emotional steam/roller/coaster as last time, is going to catch me off-guard right when I think I know what to expect.

Less than two-and-a-half days…
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steelie

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steelie script…

Nothing life changing to report… yet. For a while now, I’ve been playing around a bit with the idea of designing my own personalised “steelie” T-shirt. I think I may have finally come up with something I like… It’s simple but slick. Just felt like sharing it…

steelie script
steelie script

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