Today was a double decker xmas party day at work. I gifted the liked ones with some choice alcohol, and we later moseyed on over for a nice, respectable lunch. Well, at least it was respectable before the martinis and sangria.
Later, we participated in the annual division’s gift exchange. Usually a “gift exchange” denotes some sort of reciprocal goodwill upon one another, but this is one of those evil circles in which you give an anonymous gift to the group of hens that you never talk to in the first place. Once assembled, each person is given a number through a lottery system. The first person chooses a gift from the table, but the second either chooses to take the first person’s gift or get another. This continues forever until the last hen is satisfied with what she has taken from someone else. I was sad for D, since this was his first experience to the third circle of hell. He got a stinky pink candle, but I got a pretty cool magnetic dart board that will have extended use during work hours. At least we had fun with Frosty (warning: tongue shot).
This is what she looks like when you try to turn in your papers 2 weeks after the final deadline (as stated in the syllabus). Despite the fact that your adopted grandmother’s second-cousin’s niece was attacked by malaria-infested reindeer, it’s still late.
This is no news flash (that is if you’ve been paying any attention for the last couple of days), but page 2, item 4 is very interesting indeed: http://news.findlaw.com/cnn/docs/iraq/redevelop120503rfp.pdf
Who needs figgy pudding when you can have the delight of the sea?
There’s something beautiful about a bad day suddenly being abolished by your friend (E in this case) calling to see if you want to play hookie and score some beers.
It started out like any normal day. The sun rose, the dog barked, and I got up without a blistering headache and headed to the office as usual. Then, like some siren’s call, I passed the apartment complex I’ve been dying to get into and yes… they had a “1 bedroom available” sign out. I made a quick stop at the office, abducted D to be my personal real estate advisor, and headed back to the complex. And like the bitch fate is, they leased it earlier that morning. D was amused by seemingly svelte agent who had a bad habit of talking through her teeth.
Back at the office, my day proceeded to further suck through a phone call from my sister, who wanted some academic advice. This is the same sister who is in her third year at a two-year college. This is the same college where I teach. So, being the big sister that I am, I proceeded in telling her that yes, you should actually understand the graduation requirements and fulfill them before you can proceed in actually graduating. She did not take this very well, and took that one step further by accusing me of being like my mother. Sicko.
So, at 4:30 pm, we’re swigging beers and gin & tonics, philosophizing about the easter bunny, and topping it off with a sushi dinner. And he told me I was one of his best friends. Score indeed.