Yesterday and the day before I attended a workshop. It was organized by one of our contractors and the participating list consists of mostly third party contractor. Okay, actually, i was at another workshop with similar intent, three days before, as well.
So, there was I, the only pumping mommy with my kit and all. During break, most of us were exchanging business cards. I had realized then I left mine at the office. Sigh. At this rate, nobody will ever have this new set of cards I just got. But I still get their calls, card or no card, so..
The stolen cooler bag
While silently observing (and mentally cursing myself) people exchanging cards, I suddenly remembered my first business card here was on that bag. It meant a lot to me, using that old business card on that bag. Symbolizing the first will not be forgotten.
*cursing the penyamun*
The new cooler bag
So then, as the workshop came to the end, everyone stood up and I slung the bag on my left shoulder. When one of contractor's bosses approached me and said "nice, beautiful bag!"
I smiled, and replied "miruuku"
The compliment came from an old Japanese man.
I should also mention here that the bag is cream in color, with pink flowers on it.
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