Adam is one of my dearest friends. He’s almost like family (we’ve lived together and he endured a week long vacation with my parents). He gets to deal with my moments–gripes, tummy aches, neurosises. My mother will tell you he “handles” me quite well. And most days I would agree.
February 2, 2011
I saw this card in one of my favorite stationery shops in Boston circa 2007. It reminded me of you (red-orange card, fresh breath obsession).
I have been saving it for god knows what…
Anyhow, I’m writing to congratulate you on a great review today. I don’t tell you very often, but I think you are great. And not that I know much of finance (words are my thing as evidenced during our Scrabble game last night), but I think you’re darn good at your job too (the tax bracket separation keeps me from saying so too often). I’m pleased the people you work with recognize this and acknowledge your efforts. Professional praise is a damn good feeling. You’ve achieved a great deal and you should be very proud of yourself. I am proud of you. Continued success my friend.
[…] Adam generously gifted me an apple tv earlier this year. I was hooked at first click of that sleek remote. A Netflix subscription followed, and now apple tv and I are having a steamy affair. Netflix recommends movies I might like, remembers all my favorites and sends me mail—what’s not to love?! […]