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slipjig3For all my kvetching about working for that-company-which-shall-remain-nameless-but-it-rhymes-with-Schmerizon and getting scheduled every single *@$!%&! holiday this year, I feel I should reveal some of the perks:
1) a half-day paid time off every December for holiday shopping
2) a $100 traveler's check for a year's perfect attendance
Go, corporate masters, go! The problem is that, if these two things happen in very close proximity to each other, #1 pretty quickly neutralizes #2. This pretty much summarizes my day today.
Truth be told, though, I got a lot done, mostly on the gift-shopping front. As of now, my dad and his wife, my sister and her husband, and Kristi's whole family are covered, and if all goes well, so will my mom and her husband in fairly short order. I think the kids are in pretty good shape, with a few exceptions, which leaves my friends at work, one or two other chums, and Kristi, who needs a few smaller things, even though I already got her Big One last month. (That whimpering sound you hear is my debit card, pleading for the death that will not come. You'd think it'd be used to this be now.)
Admittedly, I did a little bit of shopping for myself as well. First I picked up the latest issue of Games, which should make work bearable this week. (I'm not in this one. Phooey.) I also got the MTV2 Handpicked Vol. 2 collection, because I needed a copy of "Hate to Say I Told You So" for the CD I'm burning for Abbey, who is almost six and already far cooler than me; it must be said that, for a mass-produced slick-print corporate second-tier mainstream pimp-job cash cow, it's a really good CD.
And, oh yes: I bought socks. I don't know one would manage to run out of socks, but I did. Yes, I am that sad.
In other news, since the Bold Willie Taylor movie project has been shelved indefinitely on account of this toad-suck weather, I've decided to make a little video of the young'uns to send out to my Illinois relatives. So far so good: I've got a good three minutes edited, along with some as-yet-unused footage of Abbey telling the full unabridged story of pretty much every toy in her room, and Nik doing what he does best (that would be sprawling on the couch, watching Blues Clues videos and snarfing down potato chips by the fistful). Should be cute, assuming I don't max out my hard drive before it's done.
I want Frango mints, dammit.
1) a half-day paid time off every December for holiday shopping
2) a $100 traveler's check for a year's perfect attendance
Go, corporate masters, go! The problem is that, if these two things happen in very close proximity to each other, #1 pretty quickly neutralizes #2. This pretty much summarizes my day today.
Truth be told, though, I got a lot done, mostly on the gift-shopping front. As of now, my dad and his wife, my sister and her husband, and Kristi's whole family are covered, and if all goes well, so will my mom and her husband in fairly short order. I think the kids are in pretty good shape, with a few exceptions, which leaves my friends at work, one or two other chums, and Kristi, who needs a few smaller things, even though I already got her Big One last month. (That whimpering sound you hear is my debit card, pleading for the death that will not come. You'd think it'd be used to this be now.)
Admittedly, I did a little bit of shopping for myself as well. First I picked up the latest issue of Games, which should make work bearable this week. (I'm not in this one. Phooey.) I also got the MTV2 Handpicked Vol. 2 collection, because I needed a copy of "Hate to Say I Told You So" for the CD I'm burning for Abbey, who is almost six and already far cooler than me; it must be said that, for a mass-produced slick-print corporate second-tier mainstream pimp-job cash cow, it's a really good CD.
And, oh yes: I bought socks. I don't know one would manage to run out of socks, but I did. Yes, I am that sad.
In other news, since the Bold Willie Taylor movie project has been shelved indefinitely on account of this toad-suck weather, I've decided to make a little video of the young'uns to send out to my Illinois relatives. So far so good: I've got a good three minutes edited, along with some as-yet-unused footage of Abbey telling the full unabridged story of pretty much every toy in her room, and Nik doing what he does best (that would be sprawling on the couch, watching Blues Clues videos and snarfing down potato chips by the fistful). Should be cute, assuming I don't max out my hard drive before it's done.
I want Frango mints, dammit.
