Happy Thursday to you all! Today marks the last day of my vacation (well, for 2 weeks, and then I’m off again!) and I’ve definitely enjoyed being away from the drudgery of work.
I had a bizarre dream last night that CEOFH made us all move to theatre seating (rather than cubicles) and we didn’t have desks and had to take turns using the computer. I was all in a panic because if we didn’t have a computer, we wouldn’t be able to IM people. And you all know how lost I am without my IMs! It was a S T R A N G E dream, for sure.
Anyway, I am pretty much done with my christmas shopping (and it’s a good thing too, since I haven’t much time left to do it!). I spent way too much money … I have about 8 people to buy for … and some are much harder to buy for than others (yes, Joe M, I am talking about you!). I consider myself a really good gift-getter but this one (and stuff for H) has me stumped. I hate that. Plus, even if I do go around and find the best gift for them, they will just say “Oh thanks” and won’t even think twice about it. Last year I scoured the nation to find Joe a Penn State sweatshirt since I heard he was going there. Took me about 2 days to find it (and that’s looking EVERYwhere). I finally did get one and his response was “thanks. I might not be going there”. ARRRGH!! (he did, fortunately) So, sometimes I think it’s not worth all the angst that I generate trying to find the perfect gift. Maybe they really do appreciate it but just don’t show it in a way I can feel.
Some people are so easy to buy for, it’s funny – (waves to Lah and Twinnie). In fact, I can think of so many cool things to get them both that I have to FORCE myself to stop buying stuff! I get all happy when they open their presents … (I am 11, I know).
Anyway, enough whining. I am dog sitting Ms. Guinea Peeg’s doggie, Sam. He’s a big yellow lab that looks just like Bailey (a former pet XBf and I had). In fact, I have to remember to call him Sam and not “Bagels” (nickname for bailey). The cats are not thrilled about his presence but Max and he get along fine and he’s only here ’til tomorrow anyway. Sharon has to have surgery on her foot (poor girl) and I am the home for all stranded pets, it seems. But I love being able to do that for her.
So … back to work tomorrow. I honestly think my life would be much happier if I didn’t have to deal with moronic questions all day (hear that, Universe????). C’est la vie.