Does This Baby

I hate it when people complain about their jobs. My feeling is, if you hate it that much, quit. However, I do get that people can feel blue from time to time. Maybe you're not advancing fast enough, maybe you're not given enough projects, or maybe your raise wasn't as high as you expected. You don't want to quit over that stuff, but you've all of a sudden forgotten why you actually like your job in the first place. This is what I would do, if I were in a funk. 1)List all the things about your job that you love For me, I love that I have my own office. I love that our company culture supports working parents. Most of the exec team have missed one day or another to watch their kid in a hockey game, or play. I love the employee stock option program. I put in $100 of my pay cheque towards company stock, and the company matches it 100%. I love my health, and dental plan. I love that I have established meaningful friendships that will last me my whole life. 2)Googl

I had the misfortune of firing a pretty likable employee some years ago. Long story short he was caught lying numerous times, and I couldn't trust him anymore. I hated him for putting me in such a lame position, but instead of getting mad, I put my energy into a poem. Because that is just how awesome I am. My wish to you A dozen new clients Tears of joy Never ending love Peace and devotion Hard work paying off A new car A feeling in your heart That everything is going to be alright My wish to you Forgiveness and graciousness My wish for me Humbleness and mercy

We celebrated a lot of birthdays recently. Elle's, and hubby's in December. Mine, and Auntie Nika's in January. Elle's bbf in December, and Grandma just had hers in the beginning of February. So inevitably Elle's favorite song right now is Happy Birthday. Except she sings her own name, instead of the birthday persons'. She assumes only the person mentioned in the song gets to blow out a candle, and have a piece of cake.

Elle has been in full-time Daycare for a month now. Every morning for two weeks she cried when I dropped her off. As soon as Nana opened the door, Elle would burst into tears. When I got home from work, I'd ask her what she did at daycare, and she'd say, "I cry". It was awful. I felt like the worse mother ever. After a few days I realized she was a little liar. Nana sent me pictures throughout the week of her laughing, and playing. Wait take a picture of us crying, not smiling! I'm trying to guilt my mom.