So, obviously I survived the company Christmas party on Friday night. For the record, it was a blast!! There was great food, lots of booze and the boss was paying for it all on his platinum card. What more could one ask for *grins*?But, on a completely different note, I've figured out that Christmas needs to be moved about three weeks after the fact, just for me. You think I'm kidding? I'm not. I can't get a bloody thing done, I've still got massive amounts of shopping to do and I'm working OT every night so I'm here before the malls open until they pretty much close. It's highly frustrating, especially since there's only twelve and a half shopping days left!! That doesn't even include the fact that I actually have to cut two days off that total for going up to my folks and the fact that my mother puts us to work for the whole time we're there, not giving us any time to do any shopping.
But.. it's okay, I'll figure it out, in the meantime I'm yanking my hair out and cursing our clients soundly. Trust me, a sailor ain't got nothing on me.
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