I requested information on old legacy equipment from a company that doesn't own the brand but that has experience with it (found absolutely nothing online). They won't be making a sale -- I was clear about that upfront -- yet this gentleman went through great length to discuss it and supply me with everything they have on file to help.
This morning, it was me who picked up Sophie from pre-k school instead of my wife. I was running a minute late and entered the classroom but didn't see her right away. The teacher whispered: "daddy is here" and the next thing I saw was Sophie running towards me, already dressed in winter coat and mittens, with a huge, happy smile, jumping right in...
I have the suspicion that my former boss will attempt to throw me under the proverbial bus tomorrow morning (micro managers have difficulty accepting the fact that they don't hold any power anymore). However, I planned an offensive of some magnitude myself.
Just saw a funny commercial (no idea what for, not paying attention) where a lady gets out of her vehicle on a snowy day. As she slips and slides on the driveway she takes a swing at the snowman with her briefcase, decapitating him. MY FEELINGS EXACTLY.
Sophie had a slice of a small pizza. But because Sarah was getting restless we took the rest home. On the road Sophie said something that made me a bit sad. "I wish I were better at eating my pizza." Oh girl, who cares how quick you eat and how much you eat. Life is too short to care about stuff like that.