Ski Day 2010

One of the conditions of working Aasman is mandatory participation in one full day of enjoyment. This year's event happened on Mount Sima. The aasman ski bums geared up while the chairlift-operators were still rubbing the sleep out their eyes.

We rode up and slid down

and up and down and up and down

until the only lift running on the hill was the lift of the tap in the lounge. Those that were not balancing on two sticks hurtling down a slippery slope made an appearance at noon for a hearty and delicious chili brought to the table by Chef LeBlanc-Alwarid. Individual servings and all the fixings we desired fuelled us for the rest of the afternoon.

Never to be caught off the job, aasman employees reviewed their recently produced Sima tower signs advertising a sexual health website for youth. 

It was decided that future client presentations should be held on the chairlift and decisions should be made at the bottom of the hill after skiing down. If you are reading this as a client, please consider booking your next aasman meeting at Mount Sima.

Antsy for a Ski

Do you ever get pins and needles from sitting at the computer too long? In french, we say "avoir des fourmis dans les jambes" which translates "having ants in your legs.” Well, when the twitching comes upon the aasman limbs, our compassionate bosses know the time has come for our annual Get-Rid-Of-The-Ants-Aasman-Ski-Day. Courageously signing our usual life and limb waiver, we all hit the slopes on Friday the 13th, our superstitious fears no match for the call of the hill.

Celebrating our Yukon adaptability, the weather offered a wide array of options to test our outdoor skills. The day began warm and sunny, with a sweet spring-like breakfast as we eagerly awaited our 10am start. The chairlift then introduced our ski-day rookies to the beauties of Mount Sima's spectacular views, dropping only subtle hints – a cloud here, a breeze there – as to what was to come that afternoon. And when it came, we cheerfully rode the storm that chilled our afternoon, chasing wind and plunging through powder on our last adventurous rides of the day. Paul even traded his jeans for ski pants and a hat.

Our happiness lasted the day, thanks in part to a wonderful midday boost from Douma and her amazing chili. And in the end there were no injuries to report, except the death of a million ants – which we don't regret for a single minute. Sorry ant lovers.

Revived and refreshed, we now embrace the year-end frenzy that is upon us.