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today i learned a lesson. you see one of my housing people had a debilitating surgery and asked me to go to canadian red cross and pick up some equipment for him and to get him some boost (a diabetic suppliment thing). so i didn't have any cash on me, so i used my company credit card and then he wrote me a personal cheque for the exact amount. so today i brought the receipt and cheque up to debi our accountant. and she was all "you're not allowed to do that. didn't you read the letter you signed, not for personal use.. i'll take it this time, but never do it again...etc, etc." i explained again that it was for work, not personal but she was all "you're not allowed to do that." which doesn't make any sense to me, like did the letter i signed say it was only for groceries? and how is housing matters not work? anyways i was really ticked off about it and went down and told lisa that i got in trouble. i had previously told her what i had done to make sure she thought it was ok. she said she thought about it just as i left and thought debi might give me a hard time. well i was all riled up and kept going off about it, and then suddenly lisa who was calm, got all riled up and called dave m. to ask him about it just got all escalated so that lisa was off to tear a strip off of debi and yadda yadda and her vehemence took me by surprise. and i realized my part in inflating that whole situation. kind of the opposite of a peace keeper. and i didn't want lisa to tear a strip off of her, defend me yes, but not in a war like way and i thought about how you can pass your things on to others and then you have no control with what they do with them and how they'll grow after that.

as it happens she couldn't find her at the time and i think that with lisa time will diffuse the rage, if not make her forget the whole thing.

i've discovered a new kind of perogie. it's spinach and feta. hello.

i worked at the foodbank this morning. i made mexican rice salad. the volunteers there are nice. there's this one guy named ed. he calls himself the quality control guy. he says the pressure is pretty intense on a quality control guy. i said a weaker man would have buckled under such pressure. he chuckled at that. it pleased him.

elicia gave me a piece of chicken because she said i needed protein to go with my meal. she's my friend. friends are so nice to have. i often think about how i used to pray with my whole heart for friends. how lonely i was and how i would cry and plead for friends. little did i know about all the wonderful caring friends that heavenly father had in store for me. the need in those prayers has been filled seven times seven. i love the people i've been given....all from a chicken donation. haha.