This month I said goodbye to two colleagues. One is off to work in a cruise ship (lucky thing!) and the other is off to better suited working hours.
Bye Kimberley!
Bye David, you mysterious man!
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June 2010
Trusty sandwich press made freshly “fried egg” possible for my make-shift burger.
Guess who came to visit at work today?
No real butterflies were harmed in the making of “Butterfly day”, so don’t worry.
First it said “Hi” to Jaime…
…then it rested for a while on Jantina’s shoulders…
…before having a quick conversation with Mel.
The three JWs went to the cinema to watch Shrek
I don’t usually succumb to promotional gimmicks but this Shrek straw was something else!
I thought I’d give the cone a try, too. The last time I came to this cinema, Carmen bought it and it stayed frozen for the entire half hour when it was in her bag. I was intrigued!
Cinema to ourselves. Hmm…where to sit?
In the end, there were (I think) less than 10 of us – how do they make any profit on days like these?
Thanks for the ride, Jaime!
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“Everything about you” that’s playing stirred what little memory I had of my dream last night. Just the one word.
I cried again in my dream.
It was hard – seeing someone having to give up the one thing that she has, the one thing that is hers. And yet she lets it go. How was she able to do that?
In my dream, it was a blue silk shoe. Looked like a child’s shoe – those little Chinese booties kind. It was only one. She didn’t have the pair. While we were walking down a path that looked like a shopping street (but I think it was the upper level because they were railings/glass at the side), someone caught up with us asking her to hand over the shoe. I felt that the whole thing was so unfair. She was asked to leave and while we were walking (I saw “we” were walking because I remember walking together but when things happened, I was watching from the sideline) this other person from where she was asked to leave came running to us and demanding that she handed over the shoe – which was hers! It didn’t belong to anyone else.
[It was a dream - I have no idea why the shoe was so important and why I would have such strong feelings towards her handing it over]
With a very sad, reluctant face, she slowly rummaged through her bag and the shoe appeared. She handed it over without saying anything (I think I grumbled about it at this points – about how she shouldn’t give it up and “they” had no right to take it).
That was the bit I remembered from the dream (apart from driving towards a dead end – which was a house – but the driveway was almost vertical!) that was linked to such strong emotions. Writing it down, it sounds petty and silly. Why did I feel that injustice has been done, then? It’s not fair that they want EVERY SINGLE bit that she has, that was truly hers and yet twist it as if she didn’t have a right to possess it.
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