"Bitch hit me with a toaster!"
I think I'm in love with the RotK soundtrack. Or the movie itself. Or possibly both. I don't know. I do know that I am definitely and for sure in love with Eowyn and Eomer, the siblings of hotness. And Sam.
So I'm really not looking forward to going to work tonight. This is just not how I am supposed to spend my Christmas Eve, people. And the theory had been that if we got all the work done tonight, we could have Friday off and still get paid for it. And that would rock, because Mom's going to be here, and I want to spend as much time with her as I can. But the rumor is that there's going to be an insane amount of stuff to do and we're going to end up working Friday anyway, no matter how much we get done. Grr argh. The one bright spot there is that if we do work Friday, we'll also get paid for Christmas Day, which we wouldn't normally.
But we have the whole Secret Santa thing going on tonight, so maybe that'll be exciting. We filled out these little papers with our likes and dislikes, so that people would have some idea of what to get us. The person I got put "Lottery tickets" and "Captain Morgan rum" as her likes. That scares me a little. So I just can't buy lottery tickets, but I did get her a very nice bottle of Plantation rum. My Food & Wine magazine told me it was the best rum in that price range, so I'm pretty satisfied with my purchase. If she doesn't like it, she can pour it in a Captain Morgan jug and pretend. I think that was maybe the second time I've bought alcohol in my life and I got up to the checkout and there were big signs everywhere that said "We do NOT take out-of-state IDs!" Which sucked, because the only thing in my wallet was my Vermont driver's license. So I went up to the help desk place (dude, there's a help desk at the liquor store - are they all like that?), and said to the guy, "Your sign says you don't take out-of-state ID, but that's all I have." And he said, "What state?" Me: "Vermont." Him: "Oh, Vermont. We don't take anything from that state." At which point I just stared at him because it's 4 pm on the day before Christmas Eve - does he think people have time for his moronic humor? So he says, "Oh, I'm just kidding with ya. It's fine." God save me from the dumbasses of the world.
And in other news? I'm a complete and total slacker because I still have presents to wrap, and I still don't have anything for my uncle and his wife but I'm scared to try and shop because it's crazy out there, people. Crazy. I could be taking my life in my hands just driving past Target. I almost died twelve times in Needham yesterday trying to get to work because of the insanity that is holiday traffic. Gah!
Merry Christmas Eve!
So I'm really not looking forward to going to work tonight. This is just not how I am supposed to spend my Christmas Eve, people. And the theory had been that if we got all the work done tonight, we could have Friday off and still get paid for it. And that would rock, because Mom's going to be here, and I want to spend as much time with her as I can. But the rumor is that there's going to be an insane amount of stuff to do and we're going to end up working Friday anyway, no matter how much we get done. Grr argh. The one bright spot there is that if we do work Friday, we'll also get paid for Christmas Day, which we wouldn't normally.
But we have the whole Secret Santa thing going on tonight, so maybe that'll be exciting. We filled out these little papers with our likes and dislikes, so that people would have some idea of what to get us. The person I got put "Lottery tickets" and "Captain Morgan rum" as her likes. That scares me a little. So I just can't buy lottery tickets, but I did get her a very nice bottle of Plantation rum. My Food & Wine magazine told me it was the best rum in that price range, so I'm pretty satisfied with my purchase. If she doesn't like it, she can pour it in a Captain Morgan jug and pretend. I think that was maybe the second time I've bought alcohol in my life and I got up to the checkout and there were big signs everywhere that said "We do NOT take out-of-state IDs!" Which sucked, because the only thing in my wallet was my Vermont driver's license. So I went up to the help desk place (dude, there's a help desk at the liquor store - are they all like that?), and said to the guy, "Your sign says you don't take out-of-state ID, but that's all I have." And he said, "What state?" Me: "Vermont." Him: "Oh, Vermont. We don't take anything from that state." At which point I just stared at him because it's 4 pm on the day before Christmas Eve - does he think people have time for his moronic humor? So he says, "Oh, I'm just kidding with ya. It's fine." God save me from the dumbasses of the world.
And in other news? I'm a complete and total slacker because I still have presents to wrap, and I still don't have anything for my uncle and his wife but I'm scared to try and shop because it's crazy out there, people. Crazy. I could be taking my life in my hands just driving past Target. I almost died twelve times in Needham yesterday trying to get to work because of the insanity that is holiday traffic. Gah!
Merry Christmas Eve!