Canadian Lyndsay

Why is it so hard to find a good Tim Hortons?  I understand that Calgary’s fast food industries are experiencing quite a shortage of employees, but this is a national problem. ometimes it’s the service.  Sometimes it’s the product.  Sometimes it’s a misinterpretation of the order.

Today I had to take in my car to get the windshield replaced (thanks to Marshall for helping me out with that).  On the way, I stopped at the Tims closer to the glass place.  A long wait in line (not unusual at ANY Tims at 8 AM) and I find out they have no vanilla dip donut.  I went for the chocolate chip muffin, but it’s a rather pathetic muffin.  Hardly any chips.  It doesn’t taste that good.

Oh well.  Maybe I’ll go to the Tims near work at lunch… they have the most miserable person ever working there, but at least they’ve got the goods!

Today I turn 25.  Whoopdy do!

The day has not started out all that fabulously.  First of all, I was having a nightmare last night… during which I must have shut off my alarm.  Thus, I did not wake up at 6:00 a.m…. no no, I woke up to my phone vibrating as Marshall called and asked why I stood him up at Starbucks this morning.  Oops.  It was 7:35 a.m.  He was understanding.  Apparently the several text messages he had sent me failed to wake me up.  I am very glad he called.  Who knows how late I would have slept.

Then I see that it has snowed and inch or two.  Fabulous.  My trip to Canadian Tire last night was unsuccessful as I was trying to buy a snow brush.  So I sat in the car for a while waiting for my defroster to get rid of at least enough snow for me to be able to drive.

And lastly, I have a wicked sore throat.  And of course, there was no time for Starbucks or Tims this morning.

Sigh.  Woe is me!!  Just kidding.  I know how blessed I am.  I received lovely emails from my mom and my in-laws.  And birthday wishes from my coworkers.  The day will get better.  The high is 7 today, hopefully all this new snow will be gone by the afternoon.

Last night I picked up my 2002 Sunfire.  It is navy blue, which is awesome, because now I can deck it out in Winnipeg Blue Bombers stuff (blue and gold in case you don’t know).

But she needs a name.  I would call her the Blue Bomber, but I don’t like calling things “bombers”.  I suppose I could name her “Leah”, after Vince Leah, the reporter who first referred to them as “the Blue Bombers of Western football” in the 1930s.

I could call her Charlie… after Charles Roberts, the running back.  Charlie could be a girl’s name, no?

 Thoughts and suggestions are welcomed and encouraged!!

Despite Marshall’s resistance to devote a blog post to me, I am not so reluctant.  And so here is my Marshall story.

Who is Marshall?  Marshall is my cubical neighbour.  He sits to my left.  He has a rocket launcher sitting upon the wall that separates us.  We didn’t always have a wall between us – oh no, until a week ago, we were free to make faces, chat, and throw things at each other.  However, while said wall was being installed, Marshall and I had a lovely bonding experience as we worked from my laptop at a local Starbucks.  What a fun day, and here’s a photo to prove it:

Marshall owns a web/print/graphic design company called SPRY Design Group.  He very creative and talented.  I hope to work with Marshall and his partner/brother Andrew with their search engine optimization needs.  With brilliant minds like ours working together, how can it fail?

Both of us being from Winnipeg, even if I was only there for two years, Marshall and I have a special bond.  Part of that bond includes being fans of the Winnipeg Blue Bombers.  Hopefully, this bond will lead us and our loved ones to attend the Labour Day Classic game in Regina together.

While our friendship is in its early stages, I am grateful and appreciative for Marshall in my life.  I enjoy seeing how happy his lady makes him, and hearing about his hopes and dreams.  Hopefully we can be friends for a long time.

THE END.

It’s now been exactly one month since I started my new job with WestJet.  It’s been a really great four weeks.  I really enjoy my job, and have terrific coworkers.  Marshall has become a friend outside of work, and it is to him that I owe my newfound love of Starbucks.

Now, I cannot really commit to writing 360 words a day, but if you are interested in such ramblings, please check out the blog 360aday.com.